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THE MOST 

EXCELLENT 

And Lamentable Tragedie, 
of R o m e o and 

IVLIET. 

As it hath beene fundrie times publikely A<5led, 

by the K i n g s Maiefties Seruants 
at the globe. 

Written by W. Shake-Jpeare. 
Newly Corretted^augmentedy and amended. 




LONDON, 

Printed for hhn Smethxvicke y and are to bee fold at Iii$ Shop in 

Samt Dmftanes Church-yard, in Fketeftrecte 
vndcr the vytik 









The Prologue 




Chorvj'*. 

/ T f Wo houfyolds both alike in dignitie, 

* (In f aire Verona where we lay our Scene) 
From ancient grudge y breake to new mutinie. 
Where cimll bloud makes ciuill hands vnc leaner 
From forth the fatallloynes ofthefe mo foes, 
i^ paire of Starr e-crojl Uuers take their life : 
Whofe mifaduentur* dpttious ouerthrowes, 
Doth with their Death burie their Parents firife. 
The fear efullpaffage of their Death-markt loue, 
And the continuance of their Parents rage y 
Which but their childrens end>nought could remoue 
Is now the two houres rrafequeofour Stage. 
Thewhich if you with patient eares attend^ 
What herejhoHmijfey our toylejhalljlriue to mend 




THE MOST EXCEL^ 

LENT AND LAMENTABLE 

Tragedie ofRoMEo and 

I v L I E T. 

2?ffffrSampfontfff^Gregori€, veitk Swords and Bucklers ^ 
of the Houfe */Capulet. 

"Amp % Gregorie, on my word wecle not caric Coles, 
Greg . No, for then we (Should be Collyers. 
Samp. I mesne, and we be in choller, weele draw. 
iGreg. I while you liue, drawe your Neckcoutof 
the Coller. 

Samp. I ftfike quickly being moued. 
Greg. But chou art not quickly moued to flrike* 
Samp. A dogge of the houfc of Mountague moues nic» 
Greg. To moue is to flirre , and to be valiant, is to ftand, 
Therefore if thou art moued thou run'fl away, 

Samp . A dog of that houfe fliall moue me to ftand. 
I will take the wall of any Man orMaide of Mount agues, 

Greg. That (he wes thee a weake flaue , for the weakeft goes 
to the wall. 

Samp. Tis true , and therefore women being the weaker 
veffcU arc eucr thruft to the wall : therefore I will pu(h Moun- 
tagues men from the wall, and thruft his Maides to the wall. 
Greg* Thequarrellis bctweene ourmafters,&vs therrmen # 
Samp. Tis all one I will (hew my felfe a tyrant, when I haue 
fought with the men,! will be cruell with the Maides,! will cut 
offtheir Heads, 

Grego. The heads of the Maides, 

A ft SamP. 



Tbemofi LamentableTragedie 

Samp. I the heads of the maidtSjOr their maiden heads,take 
it in what fence thou wilt. 

Grego. They muft take it in fenfe , that fcele it. 
Samp. Me they fhall feele, while I am able to ftand , and tia 
knowne I am a pretty peecc of flcfli. 

Qrego. Tis well thou art not ftfli , if thou hadft , thou hadft 
bcene poore lohn : drav\ thy toolc here comes of the houfc of 
Montagues. 

Enter two other [erningmen. 
Samp, My nakc d weapon is out, quarrell, I will back thee 
Greg. How, ttnne thy back and runne? 
Samp. Feare me nor. 
Cjr e . No marrie , I feare thee. 

Samp. Let vs take the Law of our fides , let them begin. 
Gre. Iw'Jl frowneas I parte by a & let them take it a3 they lift 
Samp. Nay as they dare,Iwill bite my thumb at them, which 
is a difgrace to them U they bearc it. 

Abra, Doe you bite your thumb at vs uV 
Samp. I doe bite my thumd fir. 
Abra. Doe you bite your thumb at vs fir? 
Samp. Is the Law of our fide if I fay I? 
Gre. No. 

Samp, No fir, I doe not bite my thumb at you fir , but I bite 
ttiy thumb fir. 

Gre. Doeyouquarrell fir? 
Abra. Quarrel! fir, no fir. 

Samp. But if you doe fir , I am for you , I ferueas good a 
man as you. 
Ahra. No better. 

Samp v Well fir. Enter Bennolto. 

Cjre. Say better, here comes one of my Maimers kinfmen. 
Samp. Yes better fir. 
Abra. You lie. 

Samp. Draw ify ou be men,(7rf^#>,tcmembcrthy fwa&ing 
blowe* They fight. 

Benu % Part fooles, put vp your fwords , you know not what 
you doc 

Entef 



pf Romeo andluliet. 

Enter Trial*. 
TibAlt. What art thou drawne among thefc hartlcffe hinds: 
turnc thee Benuoho , looke vpon thy death. 

Ben. I doe but keepe the peace, put vp thy fword^ 
or mannage it to part thefe men with me. 

Tib. What drawnc and talkc of peace? I hate the word, 
as 1 hate hell, all Mount Agues and thee: 
Hauc at thee coward. 

Enter three or four e Citizens with clubs or p Arty fins. 
Off* Clubs, Billes and Partyfons, ftrike , beate them downe, 
Downe with the Capulets, downe with the Mountagues. 
Enter old Capulct in hisgowue , And his Wife. 
CApu. What noy fc is this? giuernemy long (word hoe, 
Wife, A crowch,a crowch, why>callyou for a fword? 
Cap. My fword I fay, ©Id Mount Ague is ccme, 
And florilhcs his blade in fpight of me. 

Enter old Mountague and his fVtfe. 
Moun. Thou villaine Capulet y hold me not, let me goc. 

M.Wife. 2. Thoufhnitnotrtironefootetofcckcafoe. 
Enter prince Eskales, mth his trAtne. 

prince. Rebellious iubic&s enemies to peace, 
Prophaners of this neighboiir-itairjed ftccle, 
Will they not heare? what ho, you men, you beaftsi 
That quench the fir* of your pernicious rage, 
With purple fountaines iffuing from your vcines: 
On paine of torture, from thofebloudy hands^ 
Throw your mrllempered weapons to the ground, 
And heare the fentence of yourmoued Prince, 
Three ciuill brawles bred of an ayrie word, 
By thee old Capulct and Mount Ague, 
Haue thrice diliurbdc the quiet of our flrccts, 
And made Veronas auncient Citizens, 
Call by their grauc befeeming ornaments, \ 
To wield old partisans, in hands as old, 
Cancred with peace , to party our cancrcd hate| 
I_f euer you difturbe our rtreets againe, 
Your Hues (hall pay the forfeit of the peace, 

A 3 For 



The mofl Lament able Tragedit 

For this time all the reft depart away: 

You Ctfultt fhall goe along with me, 

And UMovntagne come you this afternoons, 

To know our i archer pleafure in thk caff z 

To old Fiec-towpe. our common judgement place: 

Once more on painc or death, all men depart* 

Exeunt* 

Mount, Who fet this aoncienr quarrell new abroach/ 
Speakc Nephew, were you by, when it began? 

Ben. Here were the ieruancs ofyouraduerfaric 
And yours clofe fighting ere I did approach, 
I drew to part them , in the inftanr came 
The fie<y Tibalt, with his fword prepard, 
Which as he breath'd defiance to my earcs, 
He fwong about his head and cut the windes, 
Who nothing hurt wirhall, hift him in fcorne: 
Wh»le we were cntcrchanging thruit and blowes, 
Came more andnaorei and fought on part and pare, 
Till the Prince came , who parted either part. 

Wife. O wherc.is famto , faw you him to day? 
Right glad am I , he was not at this fray. 

Ben. Madam, an houre before the worfhipt Sunne. 
Peerdc forth the Golden window of the Eaft, 
A troubled mind draue mec to walke abroad, 
Where vnderneath the groue of Syramour, 
That Well ward roo.cth from this City fide: 
So early walking did I iee your fonne, 
Towards him I made , but hce was ware ofnaee, 
And ft le into the couert of the wood, 
Imeafuringhis affections by my owne, 
W htch then moft foughr, where moft might not be founds 
Being one to many by my wcarv ielfe, 
Purfued my humour, not puriuing his, 
And gladly fliunned , who gladly fled from me. 

Mount, Many a morning hath he there beene feene, 
With teares augmenting the t> fh mornings deaw, 
Adding to cloudes , more clouds with his dcepe fighes, 

But 



of Romeo and iHtiet* 

But all fo foonc as the all cheering Sunne y 
Should in the farthefl Eaft begin to draw, 
The flaadie curtaines from Auroras bed, 
Away from light fteales home my heauy fonnc, 
And priuatein his Chamber pennes himfelfe, 
Shuts vp his windowes, locks faire day-light out, 
And makes himfelfe an artificiall night, 
Blaeke and protendous muft this humour proue, 
Vnkffe good Counfell may the caufe remouc. 
Ben. My noble vncle doe you know the caufc? 
Monn. I neither know it , nor can learne of him* 
Ben. Haue you importunde him by any meanes? 
Moun. Both by my felfe and many other friends, 
But hee his owne affe6Vions Cottnfeller, 
Is to himfelfe( I will not fay bow true) 
But to himfelfe fo fecret and (o clofe, 
Sofarrefrom founding and difcouery. 
As is the bud bit with aq enuious worme, 
Ere hee can fpread his fwcete ieaues to the ayre, 
Or dedicate his beauty te the fame. 
Could we but learne from whence his forrowes grow, 
We would as willingly giue cure, as know. 
Enter Romeo. 
Btnu, Sec where hee comes, fo pleafe you ftcp afide, 
He know his greeuance or bee much denidc. 

Monn. I would thou wertfo happy by thy ftay, 
To hearc true (hrift,comc Madam lets away. 

Extant 
Ben ml GoodmorroWCoufin. 
%%meo. Is the day fo young? 
Ten. But new ftrookc nine. 
Rtmee. Ay me fad houtes-feeme long ; 
Was that my father that wetit hence fo fafl* ? 

Ben. It was : what fadbeffe lengthens Ronteos houres? 

Horn,, Not hailing that, which hauing, makes them £hor£ 3 

Ben* Inlouc. 

Rtmeo* Out. 

Sen* Of lone. Mem 



"The mofi Lamenulle Tragedie 

*fym. Out of her fauou: where I am in loue. 

Ben. Alas that loue fo gentle in bis view, 
Should bee fo tyranous and rough in prcofe. 

Romeo. Alas that loue, whofc view is muffled ft ill, 
Should without eyes, fee path- waies to his wil : 
Where (hall we dine? O me: what fray was here? 
Yet tell me not, for I haue heard it all: 
Heres much to doe with hate, but more with loue: 
Whjrthcn O brawling loue , O louing hate, 
O any thing of nothing firft created: 
O heauic lightnefle, ferious vanity, 
Miftiapcn Chaos of welfecming formes, 
Feather of lead, bright fmoke, cold fier,fickehcakb, 
Still waking flcepe, that is not what it is. 
This loue feele I, that feele no loue in this, 
Doeft thou not laugh? 

Ben. No Coze, 1 rather weepe, 

*R^m. Good heart at what? 

Ben. At thy good hearts opprefs ion. 

Romeo. Why fuchisloues tranfgrefsion. 
Griefes of my owne lie heauy in my breft, 
Which thou wilt propagate to haue it preit, 
With more of thine, this loue that thou haft fliowne, 
Doth ad more griefe, to too much of mine owne. 
Loue is a fmoke made with the fume of fighes, 
Being purg'd, a fire fparkling in louers eyes, 
Being vext, a fea neurifht with louing teares, 
What is it elfe?a madneffe moft difcrect, 
A choking gall, and a preferring fwect: 
Farewell my Coze* 

Ben. Soft, I will goc along. 
And if you leaue me fo, you docme wrong. 

Rem. Tut ,Lhaue laft my fclCc, I am not hew, 
This is not Itymeo; hee* fomc other where. 

Ben. Tell me in fadneffe , whoisthatyoulouc? 

Rom. What fliall I gfone and tell thee? 

Bcn 9 Grone, why no: but fadly tell me who; 



Xm»< 



&f Romeo mdluliet. 

Rom. Bid a fickc man in fadnctTe make his will: 
A word ill vrgd to one that is fo ill : 
In fadneffe Couzen,I doe loue a woman. 

Ten. I aymd fo neare,when I fuppos'd you lou'd. 
Rom, A right good marke-man,and fliee's faire I loue # 
Ben. A right faire marke, faire Coze is fooneft hit. 
Romeo Wcll,in that hit y r u miflc, {heel not be hit 
With Cup /</; arrow, ftie hath *Dtans wit: 
And in ftrong proofe of chaiticie well armd, 
From loues weakc childifti Bow flic hues vncharmd. 
Shec will not (tay the fiege of louing tcaimes, 
Nor bideth' ineountcr of affailing eyes. 
Nor ope hcrlap to Sain<5t»feducing gold, 
O (lie is rich in bcautie,onely poore, 
That when dyes, with beautie dyes her ftore* 

Bert. Then (he hath fworne, that flic will Mill Hue chaft ? 
Rom. She hath,and in that (paring makes huge wall: 
For beautie fteru'd with her feuehtie, 
Cuts beautie offfrom all pofteritic. 
She is to faire/too wife, wifely too faire, 
To merit bliffc,by making medefpaire: 
She hath forfworne to loue,and in that vow, 
Doe 1 hue dead,that liue to tell it now, 

'Ben, Be ruide by mc/orget to thinke of her, 
Rom. O teach me how 1 fhould forget to thinke. % 

^f. By giuing liberty vnto thine eyes, 
Examineother beauties. 

Ro, T'js the way to call hers (exquifite) in qucftion more, 
Thefe happie Maskes that kiffc faire Ladies browes, 
Being blacke, puts vs in minde they hide the faire: 
He that is ttrooken blind,cannot forget 
The precious treafure of his eye- fight loft, 
Shew me a Miftris that is parting faire, 
What doth her beautie ferue but as a note, 
Where I may reade who paft that palling faire : 
Farewell thou canft not teach me to forget, 

Ben. He pay that doctrine, or elfe dye in debt. Extent. 

B Enter 



The mofi Lamentable Tragedie 

Enter Capulet, Comtie Paris, and th* Clowttf* 
fapu. And Moumague is bound as well as I, 
In penalty alike, and 'tis not hard I ihinke, 
For men fa old as we to keepe the peace. 
- *Far* Of honourable reckoning are you both, 
And pittie tis you liu'd at ods fodong : 
But now my Lord, what fay you to my Cute ? 

Caf&. But faying ore what I haue faid before, 
My child is yet a ftrangerin the World, 
Shce hath not fecne the change of fourtccneyeares, 
Let two more Summers wither in their pride 
Ere we may thinke her ripe to be a Bride. 

Pari. Younger then fhe,are happie Mothers made. 
Caps*. And too foonc mard are thofc fo early made: 
The earth hath fwallowed all my hopes but fhe, 
She is the hopefull Lady of my earth : 
But wooe her gentle Pam y gct her heart, 
My will to her confent, is but a part, 
And ftie agree?within her fcope of choife, 
Lyes my confent, and fake according voice : 
This night I hold, an old accuftomd Feaft, 
Whereto I haue inuited many a gucft, 
Such as loue, and you among the ftore. 
One more (moft welcome) makes my number more; 
At my poore houfe, looke to behold this night, 
Earth treading ftarres^ that make darke heauen light. 
Such comfort as doe luftieyongmen feele, 
When well apparcJd ^4prili on the heele 
Of limping winter treads, eucn fuch delight 
Among frefti Fennell buds fhall you this night 
Inherit at my houfe>heare alkali fee; 
And like her moft,whofe merit moff fhall be : 
Which on more view of many, mine being one,. 
May ftand in number, though in reckning none. 
Come goe with me, goe firrah trudge abour, 
Through h\xc)Vcrona. find thofe perfons out, 
Whofe names are written there,and to them fay, 



My 



of Romeo and luliei. 

My houfc and welcome, on their pleaforc ftay. 

Exit « 

Ser. Find them out whofc names are written.Here it is writ- 
tcn,that the Shoo-maker flbould meddle with his yard, and the 
Tayier with his Laft, the Fi fher with his Penfill,and thePainter 
with his Nets. But I am fent to find thofe perfons whofc names 
are hece writ ? and can neuer find what names the writing perfon 
hath here writ (I muft to the Learnedj irfgood time. 
Enter Benuolio, and 'Romeo. 

Ben. Tut man one fire burnes out anothers burning, 
One painc is lefned by anothers anguifh : 
Turne giddie^and beholpe by backward turning : 
One defperate griefe,cures with an others languifli : 
Take thou fome new infection to the eye, 
And ttvc ranke poy fon of the old will dye. 

Romeo. YourPlantanleafeis excellent for that. 

'Ben. For what I pray thee ? 

Rom. For your broken fhin. 

Ben. Why Romeo art thou mad ? 

<%em. Not madjbut bound more then a mad man is: 
Shut vp in Prifon, kept without my food, 
Whipt and tormented: and Godden good fellow, 

Ser. Godgigoden, I pray fir canyoureade? 

Rom. I mine owne fortune in my miferie. 

Ser. Perhaps you haue learned it without booke : 
But I pray can yeu reade any thing you fee? 

Rom. I if I know the Letters and the Language. 

Ser. Ye fay hone ftly, reft you merry. 

Rom. Stay fellow, I can reade. 

Hereades the Letter* 

SEigneur Mzxi\no y and his wife and daughters • County Anfelme 
andhis beauteous fitters ?the Ladywiddowofyix\x\\\o t Seigneur 
PJacentio^H^ his louely]Veeces:Mcvcuiio and his brother Valen- 
tine : mine Vncle Capulet his wife and daughters : my faire Neecs 
Rofaltne, L\uh,Seigneur Valentio, and his Coftn Tybalt: Luci® 
and the Hue iy Helen*. 
A fairc Affembly, whither fliould they come ? 

B 2 s *r* 



The mejl Lamentable Tragedte 

Ser Vp. 

Re. Whither to (upper. 

Ser. To our houfe. 

Re. Whofc houfc? 

Ser. My Maifters. 

*Ro. Indeedelfliouldhaeeaskt you that before. 

Ser. Now He tell you without a kir>£« My Maifter is the 
great rich Caputet, gflfyou be not of rhe houfe of Mount agues, 
I pray come and cru»h a cup of wiue. Reft you merry. 

Ben. At this fame auncient fcaft o(CapHUts> 
Sups the faire Ttyfahne whom thou fo loues: 
With all the admired beauties oWtrona^ 
Goetl ither and with vnattainted eye, 
Compare her face with fomc that I fhall fl>cw, 
And I will make thee thinke thy fwan a crow. 

Rd. When the deuout religion of mine eye, 
Mainraines fuch falfhood, then turne teares to fire.* 
And thefe who ofcen drownd, could neuer die, 
Tranfparent Heretique* be burnt for liers* 
Oiie fairer then my loue? the all feeing Sura 
Nerefaw her match, lincefirft the world begun. 

Men. Tut,vou faw her faire none elfe being by, 
Her felfe poyfde with her ielfe in eythereye: 
But in that Chrtliall fcalcs let there be waid, 
Your Ladies loue againft fome other maid, 
That ? will fhew you fhiuing at this feafr, 
And fhe fhall fcant fhrw well . that now fhewes befh 

Ro. lie goe along no fuch fight to be (howne, 
But to reioyce in fplendor of mine owne. 

Enter Capulets Wife and tyrfe. 

Wife. Nurfe wher's my daughter? call her forth to me. 

Nude, Now by my maidenhead, at twe/fte yeart eld I had her^ 
come y w hat Lamb, what Lady-birdy Gedfor btd 3 
Wheret this Gtrle . ? what Iulkt. 

Enter Juliet* 

lttliet. How now who calls? 

Nur. Tonrmether. 



of Romeo and lull et. 

Juli. Madam I am here, what is your will? 

Wife. This is the matter. Nurfe giue leaue a while \ we muft 
talkc in fecret. Nurfe come backeagaine, I haue remembred 
me, thou'fehearcourcounfell. Thou knoweft my daughter's 
of a pretty age. 

Nut fe. Fait b I can tell her Age vnto an hour e. 

Wtfe. Shees not fourteenc. 

Nu \ fe. lie lay four teene of my teeth ,& yet to my teene be it $o}een> 
J haue butfoure, /bees not fourteen*. 
Howhngtsitnowto Lammas tide? 

Wife. A fortnight and odde dayes. 

Nurfe. Even or odd ,of all dates in theyeere come Lammas Sue at 
night /ball fie befourtetneSufan andfie,Cjod reft all Chriftian fouls , 
ft ere of an age. Well S u fan is wit h God ', {bee was to good jar me. But 
AS Ifaid on Lammas Sue at night /ball [bee beefourteene , theufball 
[bee marrie , / remember it well, Tis fince the Earth-quake now 
eleuen year es^and fie was weand I neuer /ball far get tt> of all the dates 
of the year e if on that day: fori had then latd worme-wood to my 
dug fitting in the Sunne vnder the Doue houfe walL Ufcy Lord and 
you were then at Mantua, nay I doe beare a brame. But as Iftide, 
when tt did t aft the worme-wood on the nipple of my Dugge , and 
felt it bitter, pretty foole i to fee it teachie and fall out with the Dug % 
Shake quoth the Deue~ houfe, twos no neede I trow to btd mee trudge : 
and fince that time it u a leuenyeares,for then (bee could ft and alone % 
nay bfthroode /be ceuld haue runne and wadlt d all about : for euen 
the day before fie brokj her brow, and then my Huf band God be with 
his fonle, a was a merry man,toeke vp the child, yea quoth hee, doeft 
thou fall vpon t hy face t thou Wilt fall bac keward when thou haft more 
wit, wilt thownot lulc? *And by my holy dam , the pretty wretch left 
crying^ and f aid I: to fee new how a [eft /ball come about, 1 warranty 
and I /ball Hue a thoufandyeares;! muerfhou Id forget it : wilt thou 
not Iule quoth be 7 - and pretty foole itftinted, andfatd /. 
Old La. Inough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace. 
Nurfe. Yes Madam , yet 1 cahnot chufe but laugh , to thiv>\c it 
fbsuld leaue crying and fay 1 rand yet I warrant it had vpon it brow, a 
bompe as big as a y'oung C ochre Is ft one? a perilous ^nocl^, audit cried 
bitterly. Tea quoth my hufband, falls! vpon thy face 9 thou wilt fall 

B 3 backpord 



The mojl Lamentable Tragedie 

kackyf ard when thoncommefl to age; wilt thon notlule} It /tinted* 
and [aid L 

lali. And ftintthoutoo, I pray thee Nurfe, fay L 

Nutfe. Peaoe I hauedone \(jodmarketheetoo his grace, then 
waft the pretties! Babe that ere 1 nurfl, and I might line to fee thee 
marry ed once , 1 haue my wtfh. 

Old La* Marry that marry is the very Theamc 
I came to talke of, tell me daughter Inliet, 
How (lands your difpofitions to be marryed? 

/*//. It is an houre that I dreamc not of. 

Nurfe, An houre y were not I onelj Nurfe ^1 would [ay thou hadfl 
ftickt thy wifdomefrom thy teat. 

Old La* Well thinke of Marriage now, yonger then ycu 
Here \wVerona y Ladies of efteeme, . 
Are made already mothers by my count, 
I was your mother, much vpon thefe yeares 
That you are now a Maide, thus then in bricfe ; 
The valiant Tarts feekes you for his Loue. 

Nurfe. A manyong Lady, Lady, fuch a man as all the world* 
Why hees a man efwaxe. 

Old La. Veronas Summer hath not fuch a flower, 

Nurlc. Nay t hees a flower y in faith a very flower* 

Old La % What fay you, can you loue the Gentleman f 
This night you fhali behold him at our Feaft, 
Read ore the volume of yong Paris face, 
And find delight, writ there with beauties Pen, 
Examine eucry fcuerall liniawent, 
And fee how one an other lends content : 
And what obfeurde in this faire Volume lyes, 
Find written in the margeant of his eyes. 
This precious Bookeof Loue,this vnbound Loucr, 
To beautifie him,oncly lackes a Couer. 
The fifti liues in the Sea,and tis much pride 
For faire without, the faire within to hide : 
That Booke in manies eyes doth fliare the glorie, 
That in gold ciapfes, locks in the golden ftoric : 
So fhall you (hare all that he doth pofleffe, 



of Romeo Andluliet. 

By hailing bim, making your felfe no leffc. 

Nurfe. No leflfe, nay bigger women grow by men. 

OILLa. Speake bricfely can you like oi Paris louc? 

lulu He looke to like, if looking Hking moue. 
But no more deepe will I endart myne eye 
Then your confent giues ftrength to make it flyc. Enter feruing. 

Sertting. Madam, the gucfts are come, fupper feru'd vp, you 
cald, my yongLady^askt for , theNurfecurftinthePantrie, 
and euery thing in extremitie: Imuft hencetowaite,! befeech 
you follow tfraight. 

Mo. We follow thee,/#//>J the Couhtie ftayes. 

Nnrfe. Goe gyrle, feeke happie nights to happie dayes. 

Exeunt. 
Enter Romeo, Mercuric, Btt\\io\\o y v>itbfiueorJ?x other 
Maskers , Torch-hearers. 

Romeo. What fliall this fpeech be fpoke for our excufe ? 
Gr fhall we on without Apologic ? 

Ben. The date is out of fuch prolixitic, 
Weelc haue no Cupd, hood-winckt with a Skarfe, 
Bearing a Tartars painted Bow of Lath," 
Skaring the Ladies like a Crow-keeper. 
But let them meafure vs by what they will, 
Wcele meafure them a meafure and be gone. 

Rem. Giue me a Torch, I am not for this ambling, 
Being but heauie I will bearc the light. 

Merc/t. Nay gentle %omeo % wemuft haue you dance 

Rq. Not I beleeue me,you haue dancing fhooes 
With nimble foles, I haue a foule of lead 
So flakes me to the ground I cannot moue. 

tJMer. You are a Louer, borrow CupiJs wings, 
And fore with them aboue a common bound. 

Romeo. I am too fore enpearced with his. (haft, 
To foare with his light feathers, and fo bound, 
. I cannot bound a pitch aboue dull woe, / 

Vader loues heauie burthen doe I finke. 

Merc/t, And to finke in it fhould you burthen loue, 

Too great oppreflion for a tender thing. 

Rome* 



The mojl LdmentabU Trtgedie 

Romeo. Is loue a tender thing ? it is to rough, 
Too rude, too boiftroiu, and it pricks like thorne. 

Mer. Ifloue be rough with you, be rough with loue 
Prick loue for pricking, and you beat loue dovvne, 
Giue me a cafe to put my vifage in, 

A vifor for a vifor, what care I 
What curious eye doth quote deformities: 
Here are the beetle browes (hall blufli for* me. 

Ben. Come knocke and enter , and no fooncr in, 
But euery man betake him to his legs, 

Ro. A torch forme , let wantons light of heart 
Tickle the fcncclcffe ruflies with their heelcs: 
For I am prouerb'd with a graunfire Phrafe, 
lie be a candle-holder and looke on, 
The game was ncre fo faire , and I am dun. 

Mer. Tut, duns the moufe, the Conrtables ownc word 
If thou art dnn, weele draw thee from the mire 
Or fauc you reuerencc loue , wherein thou Mckeft 
Vp to the eares, cemc we burnc day-light ho. 

Rom. Thatsnotfo, 

Mer* I meane fir in delay, 
We wafte our lights in vaine, Lights Lights by day : 
Take our good meaning, for our Iudgements fits, 
Fiue times in that, ere once in our fine wits. 

Rom. And we meane well in going to this Maske, 
But tis no wit to goe. 

Mer. Why may one askc ? 

Rom. IdreamptaDreametoftight. 

Mer. Andfo did I. 

Rom. Well, what was yo»rs? 

fJMer. That dreamers often lye. 

Ro. In bed a fleepe while they doe d'eamc things true, 

Mtr. O then I fee Quecne M^b hath becne with you: 
Sheeis theFairis mid wire , and fhee comes in fliape no bigger 
then an Agat ftone ? on the forefinger of an Alderman , drawne 
withateeme of little atomies, ouer mens nofesaitbey Hea- 
flcepe:her waggon fpokes made oflong fpinncrslegsuhe couer 

of 



$f Romeo andluliet. 

of the wings of grarfc-hoppers,hcr traces of the fmallcft Spider 
web, her collers ofthemoon-flnnes watry beames,her whip of 
Crickets bone, the lafh of Philome, her waggoner, a fmall gray 
coated Gnat, not halte fo bigge as a round little worme, pnekt 
from thclazie finger of a man. Her Chariot is an emptie Hafell 
nut, made by the Ioyner fquirrell or old Grub, time out a mind, 
the Faries Coach- makers rand in this irate (Tie gallops night by 
night, through louers brains/and then they drcame of louc.On 
Courtiers knees, that dreameon Curfics ftrait, ore Lawyers 
fingers who ftrait dreamc on fees, ore Ladies lips who (trait on 
kiffes dreame , which oft the angry Mab with blifters plagues, 
becaufe their breath with fweet meates tainted are. Sometime 
fticc gallops ore a Courtiers nofc,and then drcames he of Smel- 
ling out a fute : and fomtime comes fliec with a tithe-pigs tale, 
tickling a Parfons nofe as a lies a fleepe, then he drcames of an- 
other Benefice. Sometime ftise dnucth ore a fouldiers necke, 
and then drcames hee of cutting forraine throats, of breaches, 
ambufcados, fpanifli blades: Of healths fiue fadomedeepe,and 
then anon drums in his care, at which hee (tarts and wakes, and 
being thusfrighted,fweares a prayer or two,and fleepes againe: 
this is that very Mab that plats the manes of horfes in the 
night: and bakes the Eiflocks in foule fluttifh haires , which 

once vntaaglcd, mbch misfortune bodes. 
This is the Hag, when Maids lie on their backs, 

That preffes them, and learncs them firft to beare, 

Making them women of good carnage: 

This is (hee 

Romeo . PeKe,^eace, Mereutio peace, 

Thou talkft of nothing. 

Merc. True,Italkcofdreames: 

Which are the children of an idle brainc, 

Begot of nothing but vaine phantafie: 

Which is as thin of fubftance as the ayre, 

And more inconftant then the wind, who wooes 

Euen ndw the frozen bofomc of the North: 

And being angred puffes away from thence, 

Turning his fide to the dew- dropping South. 

C %*** 



The moft Lament dbleTragedit 

Ben. This wind you talke of, blowcs vs from our fclucs, 
Supper is done, and we fhali come too late. 

Ro. I feare too early, for my mind mifgiues, 
Some confequence yet hanging in the ftarre% 
Shall bitterly begin his fcarefull date 
With thtmights reuels, and expire the terms 
Of a defpifed lifeclofdein my breil ? . ~ x 

By fome vile forfeit ot vntimely death* 
But he that hath the {tirrage of my courfe, 
Direct my fine; on Juftic Gentlemen* 
'Ben. Strike Drum. 

They march about the Stage .an&Seruingmen come 
forthwith Napkins. 
Enter Romeo* 
Ser* WheresPotpan that he helpes not to take away? 
He drift a Trencher, he fcrape a Trencher ? 

i* When good. manners fhali lye all in one or two mens 
hands,and they vnwaiTu to,tis a foule thing. 

Ser, Away with thcioyn»ltoolcs*remouc the Court* cubberr, 
looke to the Plate, good thou, faue mcc a piece of Marchpane, 
and as thou loues me, let the Porter let in Sufan ^r§ndfione i and 
Nel/,jiith$niezndPetpm. 

a. I Boy readie. * 

Ser. You arclookt fo^and cald for,askt for, and fought for 
in the great Chamber. 

3. We cannot be here and there too,chcarelyboyes, 
Be biiik awhile, and the longer liuer take all. 

f Exeunt* 

Enter all the gnetls and Gentlewomen to the 
Maskers. 
i. Captt. Welcome Gentlemen, Ladies that haue their toes 
Vnplagued with Corncs.will waikc about with you : 
Ah my Mi(treffes,which of yen all 
Will now denie to dance, fhe that makes daintie, 
She He fvvearc hath Cornes ; am I conic nearc you now ? 
Welcome Gentlemen,, haue fcenc the day 
That I haue worue a Vifor and could tell 



of Romeo and luliet. 

A whifpcfittg Tale in a faire Ladies eare : 

Such as would pleafe:tis gone/is gone,tis gone, 3 

You arc welcome Gentlemen, come Mufitians play : 

Ultufickj play es,*nd they dunce* 
A hail, a hall, giueroome,and footeit girles, 
More light you Knaues, and turne the Tables vp : 
And quench the fire, theroome is growne too hot* 
Ah firrah, this vnlookc for fport comes well .* 
Nay fit, nay fit.good Cozin Ctpu/et, 
For you and I are pad our dancing dayes : 
How long i ft now fincc laft your felfe and I 
Were inaMaske? 

2. Capu. Berlady thirtie ye ares. 

i. d/w. What mantis not fomuch,tis not fomuch, 
Tis fince the Nuptiall of Luclcntio, 
Come Pentycoft as quickly as it will, 
Some fiue and twentie yearcs,and then wemaskt. 

a. C*fti, Tis more, tis more, his fonne is elder fir : 
His fonne is thirtie* 

x« Cap*. Wi'l you tell me that? i 

His fonne was but a Ward two yeares agoe. 

Ro. What Ladie is that which doth in rich the hand 
Of yonder Knight? 

Str. I know not fir* 

7ty. O /he doth teach the Torches to burne bright : 
It feemes (he hangs vpon the cheeke of night. 
As a rich Iewell in an jfichiops eare, 
Beautie too rich for vfc, for earth too deare : 
So fhewes a fnowe Doue trooping with Crowes^ 
As yonder Lady ore her fcliowes ftiowes : 
Thcmeafiire done, He watch her place of ft and, 
And touching hers,make blcffcd my rade hand* 
Did my heart louc till no Wjforfwcare it fight, 
For I nere faw true beautie till this night. 

1A % This by his voyce, (hould be a MounUgHi* 
Fetch me my Rapier Boy, what dares the flaue 
Come hether couerd with an antique face, 

C » T* 



The wdft Lament die Tr age die 

To flccre and fcomc at out folemnitie? 
Now by the ftockc and honour of my kin> 
To ftrikc him dead I hold it not a fin. 

Capv. Why how now kinfman wherefore ftorme you fo? 

Tib. Vncle this a M omt ague oux foe: 
A Villaine that is hither come in fpight, 
To fcorne at our folemnitie this night. 

Capu. Yong Rome* is it. * 

Tib. Tis he, that Villaine Remeo. 

Capu. Content thee gentle Coze, let him alone, 
A beares him like a port ry Gentleman : 
And to fay truth , Verona brags of him, 
To be a Tenuous and well gouernd youth, 
I would »ot for the wealth of all this Towne ? 
Here in my houfc doe him difparagenrent : 
Therefore be patient, take n© note of hits, 
It is my will,the which if thou refpeft, 
Shew a faire presence, and put ofFthefe frownes 5 
An ill befeeming fcmblance for a Feaft. 

Tib, It fits when fuch a Villaine iragueft, 
He not endure him. 

Cap v. He flhall be endured. 
What goodman Boy, I fay he fliall. goe too, 
Ami the Matter here or you ? goe too, 
"Youle not endure him, God fliall mend my foule, 
Youle make a tnutinie among my goefts: 
You will fet a Cock a hoope, youle be the man* 

Ttb. Why Vncle, tis a fliame. 

Capu. Goe too, goe too. 
You area fa wcy Boy, ift fo indeed ? 
This tricke may chance to fcath you I know what.. 
You muft contrary me, marry tis time, 
Well faid my heart s,ycu are a Princox, goe, 
Be quiet,or more light.more light for fliame, i 
He make you quict(what) chearely my hearts. 

77. Patience perforce, v ith wilful) choler meeting, 
Mikes my flefh tremble in their different greeting: 

I Will 



*fRom$MdlHliei. 

I will withdraw but this intrufion {hall 

Now feeming fweet,conueit to bitter gall. Exit, 

Ro. If I prophane with ray vnworthieft hand, 
This holy ihrine,the gentle finne is this, 
My lips two blufhing Pilgrims did readie ftand, 
To fraooth that rough touch with a tender kiffe. 

/». Good Pilgrime you doe wrong your hand too much 
Which mannerly deuotion fliewes in this, 
For Saints haue hands,thac Pilgrims hands doc tuch, 
And palme to palme is holy Palmers kiffe. 

jfy. Haue not Saints lips and holy Palmers too? 

luli. I Pilgrim, lips that they muft vfe in Prayer. 

Rom. O then deare Saint,let lips doc what hands doe, 
They pray, (grant thou) leaft faith turne to defpaire. 

1h. Saints doe not moue,though grant for Prayers fake. 

Ro. Then moue not while my Prayers effeft I take, 
Thus from my lips,by thine my fin is purg'd. 

Iti. Then haue my lips the fin that they haue tookc. 

Ro. Sin from ray lips, O trefpaffe fweetly vrgd: 
Giue me my fin againc. 

luli. You kiffe bith booke. 

Nur. Madam your mother craues a word with you. 

Rom. What is her mother? 

Nht. MarrieBatchcler, 
Her mother is the Ladie of the houfe, 
And a good Ladie,and a wife and vcrtuous, 
I nurft her daughter that you talkt withall: 
1 tell you,he that can lay hold of her, 
Shall haue thechincks. 
Rom. Isfoea^/>*/ff? 

deare account ! my life is my foes debt. 
Ben. Away, be gone, the fport is at the beft. 
Rom. I lo 1 1 care,the more is my vnreft. 
C*p». Nay Gentlemen prepare not to be gone, 

We haue a ttiflbg foolifh Banquet towards : 
Is it ene fo ? why then I thanke you all. 

1 thanke you honeft Gentlemen, good night : 

More* 



The moft Lament Me frdgedie 

More Torches here,come on,then Ices to bed. 
Ah firrah, by my fay it waxes late, 
lie to my reft. 

lulu Come hither Nurfe 9 what is yond Gentleman ? 

TS(jtrf. ThefonneandncireofoidT/^rw. 

lull. Whats he that now is going out of the doore ? 

Narf. Marrie that I thinke be yong Petruckeo* 

luli. Whats he that followes here that would not dance? 

Nurf. I know nor* 

lulu Goe aske his name, if he be marryed, 
My graue is like to be my wedding bed. 

Nur/l His name is Remi*, and a Mount ague > 
The oncly fonne of your great Encmie. 

luli. My onely Louc fprung from my onely hate, 
Too early feene^vnknownejand knowne too late, 
Prodigious birth of louc it is to mce, 
That I mui\ loue a lothed Enemic 

Nurf m Whats tis? what tis ? 

/*. A Rime I learnt euen now 
Of one I danft withal!. 

Q needs within lulict. 

Nurf* Anon, anon: 
Come lets away, the (hangers are all gone. 

Sxiunu 
Ch&rtts. 
Now old de(ire doth in his death. bed lye, 
And yong affection gapes to be his heire, 
That faire for which louc gron'dc for and would dye, 
With tender Juliet matcht s is now not faire. 
Now Ttymeo is beIoued t and loues againe, 
A like bewitched by the charme of lookes : 
But to his foe fuppofde he muft complaine, 
And/heftcale loues fwcet bait from fearcfull hookes : 
Being held a foc,he may not haue acccfle 
To breath fuch vowes as Louers vfc to fweare, 
And (he as much in loue, her meanes much leffe, 

To meete her new bcloued any where : 

But 



of Rome* mdlulku 

But patTion lends them P owcr, time meanes to neett, 
Tempring extremities with extrearne fvveete. 
Enter Romeo done 

Rom. Can I goc forward when my heart is here, 
Turne bickc dull earth and find thy Center out. 
Enter Benuolio, with Mercutio. 

Ben, Remeo, my Cozen Romeo, Romeo. 

Mer % He is wife,& on my life hath (tolnc kirn home to bed. 

Ben. He ran this way and leapt this Orchard wall* 
Call good Menmiox 

M*r* Nay He coniure too. 

Romeo, humours, madam, paffionjoucr, 
Appeare thou in the likenefle of a figb, 
Speake but one rime and I am fatisficd: 
Cry but ay me, pronounce but loue and die, 
Speake to my Goflip Venue one faire word, 
One nickname for her pur-blind fonnc and hcirc J 

Yong tdbrtbam Cupid; he that (hot fo true, 
When King fiphetM* lou*d the Begger-maidc* 
He heareth not, he (tjneth not , he moueth not, 
The ape is dead, and I muft coniure him; 
I coniure thee by Rof&lines bright eyes, 
By her high forehead , and her Scarlet lip, 
By her floe foote 9 ftraigbt leg,and quiuering thighs 
And the demeanes, that there adiacent lie, 
That in thy likeneiTe thou appeare to vs. 

Ben, And ifhehcarc thee thou wilt anger him. 

Mer, This cannot anger him, t'would anger him 
Toraifea fpirit in his nriftrefle circle, 
Offome ftrange nature, letting it there ftand 
Till fhre had laide it, and coniured it do wnc, 
That were fome fpight. 

My inuocatioii is faire and honefr, and inbismifircfle&amc? 
I coniure onely but to raifc vp him. 

'Ben. Come > be hath hid himfclfe among thefc treca 
To be contorted with the humerous night: 
Blind is bis loue , and btft befits the daike* rt 



The mofi Lamentable Tr Age Ait 

Met. Iflouc be blind ;loue cannot hit the marke, 
Now will he fit vnder a Medler tree, 
And wifh his miftreife were that kind of fruit, 
As maides call Medics s when they laugh alone, 

Romeo that fhee were , O that fliee were 
Anopen & catcra, and thou a Poperin Peare. 
Itfmc* good-night He to my Truccle-bed, 
This Field-bed is to cold for me to flcepe, 
Come fhall we goc ? 

Be** Goe then , for tis in vaine to feeke him here 
That meanes not to be found. Exeunt* 

Ro. He ieafts at fcarres that neuer felt a wound, 
But foft, what light through yonder window breakes ? 
It is the Eaft, and lulitt is the Sunne. 
Arife (aire Sunne and kill the enuious Moone, 
Who is already ficke and pale with griefe, 
That thou her maidc at farrc more faire then fhee : 
Be not her maidc fince fhee is enuious, 
Her veftall liuerie is but ficke and greene, 
And none butfooles doe weare it, caft it off: 
It is my Lady, O it is my loue, C) that fhee -knew fhee were, 
Shee fpeakes yet fhee fayes nothing, what of that? 
Her eye difcourfesj will anfwere it: 

1 am to bold tis not to me fhee fpeakes: 

T woof the faireft ftarres in all the heaucn, 
Hauing fome bufincs, doe entreat her eyes, 
Totwinckle in their fphcres till they returne, 
What if her eyes were there,they in her head, 
The brightneffe of her cheeke would fhame thofe ftarres, 
As day. light doth a lampe, her eye in hcauen, 
Would through the ayric region ftreamc fo bright, 
That birds would fing , and thinkeit were not night: 
Secliew fhee lcanes her cheeke rpon her hand, 
O that I were a gloue vpon that hand, 
Thatlrrtight touch that cheeke, 

Inliy Ay me 

%w. Shcc fpcakct. dmflailhdbii* t *uoi UK 

* >v * Oh 



&f Rome* andluliet. 



Oh fpeake againc bright Angell,for thou art 
As glorious to this night being ore my head, 
As is a winged Meffenger ofHeauen 
Vnttythc white vp-turned wondring eyes, - 
Of Mortals that fall backe to gaze on him, 
\^hen he beftrides the lazie puffing Gloudes, 
And faylcs vpon the boforae of the Ayre. 

Ifili. O Romeo, Romeo , wherefore art thou Romeo} 
Den'te thy father and refufe thy name : 
Or if thou wilt not,be but fworne my Loue, 
And ile no longer be a Capu/et. 

Rom. Shall I heare more,or (hall I fpeake at this? 
, lulu Tis but thy name that is my Encmie: 
Thou art thy feIfe,though not a Monntague t 
What's Mottntague ? it is nor hand nor foote, 
Nor arme nor face, O be fome other name 
Belonging to a man. 

What's in a name? that which we call a Rofe, 
By any other word would fmcll as fweet, 
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo cald, 
Retayne that deare perfection which he owes, 
Without that title, Romeo doffe thy name, 
And for thy name which is no part of thee, 
Takeailmyfelfe. 

Ro. I take thee at thy word : 
Call me but Loue, and lie be new baptizd*, 
Hence-forth I neuer will be Romeo. 

lull. What man art thou,that thus befcrcend in night 
So ftumbleft on my counfell ? 
Ro. By a name,I know not how to tell thee who I am, 
My name deare Saint is hatefull to my felfe, 
Becaufe it is an Enemy to thee, 
Had I it written, I would tcare the word. 

Itilt. My eares haue yet not drunkc a hundred words 
Of thy tongues vttering, yet I know the found. 
Art thounot Romeo > and a Mettntague} 

Rom. Neither fairs Maidc, if cither thee diflike. 

D /#. 



The moJl\LAmentahleTragedie 

lu. How cameil thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? 
The Orchard walls are high and hard co climbc, 
And the place death, considering who thou art 
Ifany of my kinfmen find thee.here. 

^. With loues light wings did I ore-perch thefe wall*, 
For ftony limitscannot hold lone out, 
And what loue can doe, that dares loue attempt; 
Therefore thy kinfmen a re no ftop to me. 

In. If they doe fee thee, they will murther thee. 
Ro. Alacke there lies more perill in thine eye, 
Then twenty of their fwords , icoke thou but fwecte, 
And I am proofe againft their enmity. 

lu. I would not for the world they faw thee here. 
Rom. 1 haue nights eloake to hide me from their eyes 
And but thou loue me, let them find me here, 
My life were better ended by their hate, 
Then death proroged wanting of thy loue. 

lulu By whofe direction foundft thou out this place? 
Ro. By loue thatfirft didpromp me to enquire, 
He lent me counfell, and I lent him eyes: 
I am no Pylot, yet wcrt thou as farre 
As that vaft fhorc wafht with the fanned fea, 
I fhould aduenture for fuch marchandife 

lulu Thouknoweft the maske of night is on my face, 
Elfe would a maiden bluffi bepaint my cheekc, 
For that which thou haft heard me fpeake te night, 
Faine would I dwell on forme, faine, faine, denie 
What I haue fpoke , but farewell complement. 
Doeft thou loue me? I know thou wilt fay I: 
And I will take thy word, yet ifthou fweartT, 
i Thou maieft proue falfe \ at louers penuries 
They fay loue laughs, oh gentle Romeo, 
Ifthou doit loue, pronounce it faithfully: 
Or ifthou thinkeft 1 am too quickly wonne, 
He frowne and be peruerfe, and fay thee nay, 
So thou wilt wooe, but elfe not for the world* 
In truth faire Mountaguc J am too fond : 

And 



0f Romeo and lulieu 

And therefore thou maieft thinke my behauiour light, 
But truft me Gentleman, lie prouc more true, 
Then thofe that haue more coyiag to be ftrange, 
I dhouid haue beene more fteange, I mutVconfeffe, 
But that thou oucr heardft ere I was ware 
My true loue paffion, therefore pardon me, 
And not impute this yeelding to light loue, 
Which the darke night hath fo difcouered. 

Rem. Lady, by yonder bleffcd Moone I row, 
That tips with filuer all thefe fruite tree tops. 

lu. O fweare not by the Moone th'inconftanc Moone, 
That monthly changes in her circled orbe, 
Leaft that thy loue proue likewifc variable. 

%pm. What fliall I fweare by? 

Inli. Doe not fweare at all.* 
Or if thou wilt, fweare by thy gratious fclfe f 
Which is the God ef my Idolatry, 
And lie beleeue thee. 

%o. If my hearts deare loue. 

lu. Well doe not fweare, although I ioy in thee: 
I haue no ioy of this contract to night, 
It is too rafh, too vnaduifde,too fudden, 
Too like the lightning which doth ceafe to bee, 
Ere, one can fay, it lightens, fweet good night: 
This bud of loue by Summers ripening breath, 
May proue a beautious flo wet when next wee meete, 
Goodnight, goodnight , as fweete repofe and reft, 
Come to thy heart, as that within my brcft. 

Ro. O wilt thou leaue me fo vnfatisfied? 

ln % What fatisfaclion canft thou haue to night? 

Re. Th'exchange of thy loues faithfuli vow for mine. 

lu. I gaue thee mine before thou didft requeft it : 
And yet I would it were to giue againe. 

Re. Wouldft thou withdraw it , for what purpofe loue? 

Iu. But to be franke and giue it thee againe, 
And yet I wifh but for the thing I haue, 
My bounty is as boundlcffc as the fea, 

D 2 M y 



The meft Lamentable Tragedie 

My loue as dcepe,thcmorc I giuc to thee 
The more I haue, for both are infinite : 
I heare forne noyfe within, deare Loue adue : 
Anon good Nurfe, fweet Mountagne be true : 
Stay but a little,I will come againe, 

%o. Obleffed,bleflcdnight,Iamafeard 
Being in night, ail this is butadrearnc, 
Too flattering fweet to befubftantiall. 

i#Three words deare ItymeofiL goodnight indeed, 
If that thy bent of loue be honourable, 
Thy purpofe Marriage,fend me word to morrow, 
By one that ile procure to come to thee, 
Where and what time thou wilt performe the rights 
And all my fortunes at thy foote Ile lay, 
And follow thee my Loue throughout the World, Madam* 
I come, anon : but if thou rneancft not well, 
I doe befeech thee (by and by I come) Madam. 

To ceafe thy fute, and lcaue me to my griefe, 
Tomorrow will I fend. 

Ro. So thriue my foule. 

If*. A thoufand times good-night, 

Ro. A thoufand times the worfe to want thy fight, 
Loue goes toward loue as Schoole-boyes from their Bookes, 
But loue from loue, toward Schoole with heauie lookes, 

Enter luWctaga we . 

lu. Hift 2^j»«0,hift, O for a Falkners voice, 
To lure this Taffell gentle backe againe, 
Bondage is hoarfe,and may fpcake aloude, 
Elfe would I teare the Cauejwherc Eccho lyes, 
And make her ayrie tongue more hoarfe, then mync 
With repetition ot my Romeo. 

Ro, Itismylouethatcalsvpon my name. 
How filuer fweet, found Louers tongues by night, 
Likefoftefl Muficke to attending earcs, 

Iu* Romeo, 

Rom. My Deere, 

/#/. What a dock to morrow 

Shall 



of Romeo and luliet. 

Shall I fend to thee? 

Ro, By thehoureofnine, 
lulu I will not faile, tis twentieyeares till then, 
I haue forgot why I did call thee backe. 
< R^. Let me ftand h ere till thou remember it. 
lulu I fliall forget, to haue thee ft ill fta,nd there, 
Remembring how I loue thy company. 

Ro. And lie ftill ftay, to haue thee ftill forget, 
Forgetting any other home but this. 

lulu Tis almoft morning, I would haue thee gone, 
And yet no farther then a wantons Bird, 
That lets it hop a little from his hand, 
Like poore Prifonerin his twifted gyues. 
And with a Aiken thred plucks it backe againe, 
So louing Iealous of his liberty. 
Rom. I would I were thy Bird. 
//*. Sweet Co would I, 
Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherifliing • 
Good night, good night. 
Parting is fuch fweet forrow, 
That 1 fliall fay good-night, till it be morrow, 

Ro. Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes,peace in thy breft. 
Would I were fleepe and peace fo fweet to reft 
Hence will I to my ghoftly Friers clofe Cell, 
His helpe to craue, and tny deare hap to tell. 

Exit. 

Enter Fryer alone with a TZafket, 

Fri. The grey eyde roorne faailes on the frowning night 
Checkring the Eafterne Claudes with ftreakes of light : 
And jfleckeld davknefle like a drunkard reelcs, 
From forth dayes path, and Titans burning wheelcs, 
Now ere the Sunne aduance his burning eye, 
The day to cheere,and nights danke dew to dry, 
I muft vpfill this Ofier Cage of ours, 
With balefull weeds, and precious iuyced flowers, 
The earth that's natures mother in her Tombe, 
What is her burying Graue, that is her wombe s 
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The mofi Lamentable Tragedie 

And from her wombe children of diuers kind 
We fucking on her naturall bofome find i 
Many for many vertures excellent : 
None but for fome, and yet all different. 
O mickle is the powcrfull grace that lyes 
In Plants,Hearbs,Stones, and their true qualities: 
For nought fo vile, that on the earth doth liue, 
But to the earth fome fpeciall good doth giue : 
Nor ought fo good, but ftrain'd from that faire vfc, 
Reuolts from true birch, tumbling on abufc. 
Vertue it fclfc-turnes vice being mif-applyed, 
And vice fomctime by action dignified. 

Enter Romeo. 

Within the Infant rinde of this weake flower 

Poyfon hath refidence, and Medicine power ! 

For this being fmelt with that part, cheares each part, 

Being taftcd flayes all fences with the heart. 

Two fuch oppofed Kings, encampc them ftill 

In naan, as well as hearbeSjgracejand rude will : 

And where the worfer is predominant, 

Full foonc the Canker death eates vp that plant. 

%o 9 Good morrow father. 

Fri. Benedicite. 
What early tongue fo fweet faluteth me ? 
Yong fonne,it argues a diftempcred head, 
So foone to bid good morrow to thy bed : 
Care keepes his watch in euery old mans eye, 
And where care lodges, fleepe will ncuer lye : 
But where vnbrufed youth with vnftuft braine 
Doth couch his lims,there^olden fleepe doth raignc, 
Therefore thy earlinefle doth me aflfure, 
Thou art vprous'd with fome diftemp'rature : 
Or if not fo, then here I hit it right, 
Our Romeo hath not beene in bed to night, 

Ro. That Iaft is true, the fweeter reft was mine. 

Fru God pardon fin, waft thou with Rofaiine} 

*^fw. With RofaUne % my ghoftly father no, 



of Romeo andlulieU 

I hauc forgot chat name, and that names woe* 

Fri. That's my good fonne,but where haft thou betne then? 

Ro, lie tell thee ere thou aske it me agen : 
I haue bcene feafting with mine enemie, 
Where on a fudden one hath wounded me: 
That's by me wounded, both our remedies 
Within thy helpe and holy phyfick lyes : 
I beare no hatred bleffed man : for loe 
My interccffion likewife fleads my foe, 

Fri. Be plaine good fonne and homely in thy drift, 
RidlingConfeffion,findsbut ridling Shrift. 

Rem. Then plainly know my hearts deare loue is fei 
On the faire daughter of rich Qaynlet : 
As mine on her, fo hers is fet on mine 
And all combb'd/aue what thou muft combine 
By holy Marriage: when and where, and how, 
We met, we wooed,and made exchange of vow; 
He tell thee as we paffe,b*ut this I pray, 
That thou confent to marrie vs to day. 

Fri. Holy S. Francis what a change is here ? 
Is Rofaline that thou did ft loue fo deare, 
So foone forfaken ? yong mens loue then lyes 
No t truly in their hearts,but in their eyes, 
lefu Maria, what a dcale of brine 
Hath wafht thy fallow cheekes for Rofaline} 
How much falc waterthrone away in wafte, 
To feafon loue that ©fit doth not tafte. 
The Sun not yet >hy fighes, from Heauen cleares 
Thy old groncs yet ring in my ancient earcs : 
Lo here vpon thy cheeke the ftaine doth fit, 
Of an old teare that is not waftit off yet. 
If erethou waft thy felfe, and thefe woes thine, 
Thou and thefe woes, were all for Rofaline. 
And art thouchang'd ? pronounce this fentcncCLthen^ 
Women may fall, when there's no ftrcngth in men, 

Ro. Thouchid'ftmeoftforlouing/fa/rfAw. 

Fri. Fox dotmg,not for louing Pupili mine. 

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The mofi Lamentable Tragedie 

7^. And badft me bury loue. 
Fri. Notinagraue, 
To lay one in, another out to haue. 

Ro. I pray thee chide me not, her I louc now 
Doth grace for grace,and loue for loue allow; 
The other did not fo. 

Fri. Oflie knew well, 
Thy loue did read by rote, that could no fpell : 
But come yong Wauerer, come and goe with me, 
In onerefpe&Ilethy affiftant be: 
For this Alliance may fobappieproue, 
To turne your houfholds rancor to pure loue. 
Rom. O let vs hence, I ftand on fudden haft. 
Fri. Wifely and flow, they Mumble that run faft. 

Exeunt, 
Enter Benuolio^W Mercutio. 
Mer. Where the Deu'le fhould this Romeo be? came hee not 
home to night? 

Ben* Not to his fathers, I fpoke with his man. 
Mer. Why that fame pale hard-hearted wen ch, that Rofaltnc 
Torments him fo, that he will fure run mad. 

Ben. Tibalt, the Kinfman to old £*/?»/<?*, Batn fent a Letter to 
his fathers houfe. 

Mer. A challenge on my life. 
Ben. Romeo will anfwere it . 

Mer* Any man that can write may anfwere a Letter. 
Ben, Nay,he will anfwere the Letters Mafter, how he dares 
being dared. ■• 

Mer. Alas,poore Romeo, heeis alreadie deadjftab'd witha 
white Wenches blacke Eye, run through the eare with a Loue- 
Song, the very Pinne of his heart, cleft with thcblindeBow- 
boyes But-fihaft, and is he a man to encounter Ttbah} 
Rom. W hy , w h a t i % Tib alt } 

UUer. More then Prince of Cat?. O hee's the couragious 
Captaine of Complements : he fights as you fingPrick-fong, 
keepes time, diftance and proportion, hee refts his minum refts, 
one two and the third in your bofomc : the very Butcher of a 

filke 



pf Ronieodndluliet. 

' fflke button, a aualift, a diialift, a Gentleman of the very fuft 
hottfeof the firftand iecond caiafe, ahthcimmortallPaffado, 
the punto reuerfo, the Hay. 
'Ben. The what? 

(Jlfer. The Pox of fuch antique lifping afTe&ing phanta- 
sies , thefe new tuners of accent: by Icfu a very good bladfe , a 
very rail man, a very good whore. Why is not this a lamenta- 
ble thing grandfir , that wee fhould be thus afflicted with thefe 
ftrange flies: thefe fafhion-mongers, thefe pardona-mces, who 
ftand fo much on the new forme , that they cannot fit at eafc on 
the old bench. O their bones, their bones. 

Enter Romeo. 
Ben. Here comes Romeo^ here comes Romeo* 
Mer. Without his Roe, like a dryed Hering, O flcftijflefli, 
how art thou fifhtfied?now is he Pr the numbers that Petrarch 
flowed in: Laura to his Lady, was a kiuhin wench, marrie fhee 
had a better loue to berime her : 7)tda a dowdie , Cleopatra a 
Gipfie, Helten and Hero , hildings and harlots : Tbubie a grey 
eye or fo,but not to the purpofe. Signior Romeo Bonieur t thctes 
a French faluation to your frenchflop : yougauevsthe coun- 
terfeit fairely lafi night. 

'Rom. Good morrow to you both , what counterfeit did I 
giueyou? 

Men the (lip fir, the flip, can you not conceiue? 
Romeo* Pardon good Mereutio y my bufineffc was great,and 
in fuch a cafe as mine, a man may ftraine curtefie. 

Mer. Thats as much as to fay, fuch a cafe as yours con- 
frraines a man to bow in th^ hams. 
Romeo. Meaning tocurfie. 
Mer. Thou haft mod kindly hit it. 
Rem. A moftcurteous exposition. 
tJMer. Nay,l am the very pinckc of curtefie: 
Romeo, Pinck for flower. 
Mer. Right. 

R«mt?. Why then is my pump well flowred. 
Mer. Sure wit, follow mee thisicaft, now till thou haft 
womeoutthy^ump , that when the fingle foieof it is worne, 

E the 



The mofiLAment&ble Tragedie 

the ieaft may remaine after the wcaring t foly firrgular. 
Ro. O finglefolde ieaft, foly Angular for the finglene/fe, 
Mer. Come betweene vs good Benuotio , my wits faints, 
^. Swits and fpurs, fwits and fpurs, or He cry a match. 
Mer. Nay, if our wits run the wild goofe chafe, I am done: 
For thou haft more of the wilde goofe in one of thy wits , then 
I am fure I haue in my whole fiue, Was I with you there fos 
the goofe? 

Ro. Thou waft neuer with mec for any thing,when thou waft 
not there for the goofe. 

CMer. I will bite thee by the care for that ieaft. 
Ro, Nay good goofe bite not. . 

Met, Thy wit is avery bitter fweting,ic is a moftfliarp fauce. 
%o. And is it not well feru'd in to a fweet goofe ? 
Mer. Oh here's a wit of Cheucrell , that ftretchcs from an 
ynch narrow,to an ell-broad. 

Ro. I ftretch it out for that word,broad,which added to the 
goofe, proues thee farre and wide, a broad goofe. 

Mer. Why? is not this better now, then groning for Loue, 
now art thou fociable, now art thou Rameo: now art thou what 
thou art, by art as well as by Nature , for this driucling loue is 
like a great Naturall, that runs lolling vpand downetohidc 
hisbablein a hole. 

r Ben. Stop thercjftop there. 

Mer. Thoudefireft me to flop in my talc againft the haire, 
Ben. Thou wouldft elfc haue made thy ta!c large. 
Ulfer. O thou art decciu'd,I would haue made it fhort,for I 
was come to the whole depth of my tale, and meant indeed 10 
occupie the argument no longer. 

Ro. Heres goodly geare. Enter Nurfc 4»d kettnax* 

A fayle a fayle. 

Met* Two, two, a ftiirt and a frnocke. 

r ^nr. Peter: 

Peter. Anon. 

Nur. My fan Peter. 

Met. Good Peter to hide her facc,for her fans the fairer face, 

Nurfc. God ye good morrow Gentlemen. 

Met. 



$f Romeo tndlnlief. 

tJMer* God yc goodden fake Gentlewoman. 

J^urfe. Is it goodden? 

Mer. Tis no lefife I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the dyall 
is now ypon the pricke of noone. 

Nurfe. Out vpon you , what a man are you? 

2^. OneGentlewoma,that God hath madejhimfclfetomar. 

Nurfe. By my troth it is well faide , for himfelfe to marre 
cjuath a : Gentlemen can any of you tell me where I may finde 
the yong Romeo ? 

Ro. I can tell you , but young Romeo will be older when you 
haue found him, then hee was when you fought him : I am the 
youngeftofthat name, for fault of a worfc. 

Nurfe. You fay well. 

Mey. Yea is the worft well , rery well tooke, ifaith, wifely, 
wifely. 

*Hurfe. If thou be he fir, Idefirc fome confidence with you. 

Ben. Shce will endite him to fome fupper. 

Mer. Abaud,abaud, abaud. So ho. 

Ro. What haft thou found? 

Met. No hare fir , vnlefle a hare fir in a Lenten-pie , that is 
fomcthing ftalc and hoare ere it be fpent. 
An old hare hoare, and an old hare hoare is yery good meatc 
in Lent. 

But a hare that is hore is too much for a fcore , when it hoares 
ere it be fpenr. 
Romeo, will you come to your fathers ? weelc to dinner thither. 

Ro. I will follow you. 

LMer. Farewell auncicnt Lady > farewell Lady, Lady, Lady. 

ExeMnU 
^ Nur. I pray you fir, what fawcie merchant was this that was 
fo full of his roperie? 

Romeo. A Gentleman Nurfe , thatloues to heare himfelfe 
talke , and will fpcake more in a minute , then hee will ftand to 
in a moneth. 

Nur. And a fpeake any thing againft me,Ile take him down, 
and a were luftierthenheis , andtwentie fuch lacks: and if I 
cannot, ile finde thofc that (hall: fcuruicknauc 4 , I am none 
of his Gil-fiurts> Jam none of his skaincs mates, and thou mutt 



The met] 

ftand by too, and fuffer eucry Knaue to vfe mee at hisplea- 
fure. 

?et m Ifawnomanvfeyouathispleafure : if I had, my wea- 
pon fhould quickly haue beene out, I warrant you,I dare draw 
afloone as another man, if I feeoccafion in a good quarreli,and 
thela.vyonrny (tde. 

Nhy. Now afore God, I am fo vext , that eyery part about 
me q liucrs , skuruie Knaue ; piay you fir a word : and as I told 
you^my yong Ladie bid me enquire you out, what ftie bid mee 
fay, I will kcepe to my felfe : but fir ft let me tell ye,it ye fliould 
leade her in a Fooles paradife* as they fay, it were a very grofTe 
kind of beh'auiou'r as they fay,: for the Gentlewoman is yong; 
and there fore, if you fhould deale double with her , trHely it 
were an ill thing to be offered to any Gentlewoman, and verie 
tyeake dealing, 

Rpm. Nunc, commend me to thy Lady and Miftris, Iproteft 
Vmothee, 

Nftr. Good heart ,arvd yfaith I will tell her as much : Lord, 
Lord, (he w 1! be a loyfull woman. 

Rom. What wilt thou tell her Nurfe? thou doeft hot marke 
mee? 

JSLnr. I will tell her fir, that you doe proteft, which a«I take 
it, is Gentlemanlike offer. 

Rom. Bid her deuife fome meancs to colfoc to rtuift this af* 
ternoone, 

And there fhefhall at Fryer Lawrence Cell 
Be fbriued and married : here is for thy paines* 

Nur. N o t r u ly fi r not a p e n r ie . 

Rom* Go too, I fay you fhall. 

JVwv This afternoone fir, well fhefhall be there. 

Rom. And flay good Nurfe behind the Abbey walS^ 
Within this hcure my man (hall be with thee, 
And bring thee Cords made like a tackled ltaire, 
Which to the high top gallant of my ioy, 
Muft be my Conuoy in the fecret night. 
Eareweli.be* truftie, and IJe quite thy paines s. 
^arc well, copoie*d me to thy Miftiis. 



ofRometdftdluliet. 

ISTur. Now God inHeaucn bleffe thee, harkcyou fir. 
Ro. What fay'ft thou my deare Nurfe ? 
Ttyr, Is your man fecret, did you nere here fay , twomay 
kcepecounfell putting one away. 

R*. Warrant thee my mans as true as fteele. 
Nw. Well fir, my Miftreffe is the fwceteft Ladie, Lord, 
Lord, when 'twas a little prating thing. O there is a Noble, 
man in Towne one Tarts , that would raine lay Knife aboord .• 
but flie good foulehad as leeue fee aTode , a very Tode as fee 
hirn : I angerer fometimes ,- and tell her that Parts is the prope- 
rer man, but He warrant you, when I fay fo^ (lie lookes as pale 
as any clout in the verfall World, doth not Rofemarie and Rg- 
meo begin both with a Letter? ^ 

Ro. I Nurfe, what of that ? Both with an R. 
Nnr. A mocker that's the Dogges name. R. is foi the no » I 
know it beginneswith fome other letter , and fliec hath the 
prettied Sententious ofir, of you and Rofemary, that it would 
d c you good to hearc it. 

Rem. Commend me to thy Lady, 

3\(#r. I atruuiand times Pettr ? 

Pet. Anon. * 

Nur, Before and apace. 

Bxih 

Enter Iuliet. 

lu. The clocke ftrooke nine when I did fend the Nurfe, 
In halfe an houre fhe promifed to returne, 
Perchance fhe cannot meete him, thats not fo : 
Oh fhe is lame, Joues Herauld- fliould bethought^ 
Which ten time** fafter glides then the Sunnes beameSj, 
Drining bnckefhadowes ouer lowringhils: 
Therefore doe nimble pinion'd Doues draw loue, 
And therefore hath the winde {writ Cuptd wings; 
Now is the Sunne vpon the highmoit hill 
Of thisdayes iouruey, and from nine till twelue, 
Is three long houreSj yet fhe is not come, 
Had fhe affections and warme youthful! bloud, 
Shee would be as fwiftin motion as a ball* 



The mofi Lamentable Tragedie 

My words would bandie her to my fweet Loue, 

And his to me, but old folkes,many fainc as they were dead, 

jVnweildie, flow, heauic, and pale as lead, 

£#terNurfe. 
O God (he comes, O honey Nurfc what newes \ 
Haft thots met with him ? fend thy man away, 

Nur . Tetcr ftay at the gate. 

fu. Now good fweet Nurfc f O Lord, why look'ft thou fad } 
Though newes, be fad, yet cell them merrily. 
If good thoufliam'it the Mufickoffwcetne wes, 
By playing it to me,with fo-fo wer a face. 

Nur. I am a weary, giue me leauc a while, 
Fye how my bones ake, what a iaunt haue I had ? 

lu. I would thou hadft my bones, and I thy ruewes/ 
Nay come, I pray thee fpeake, good,good Nurfc fpeake. 

Uur. Iefu what haft, can you not ftay a while ? 
Doe you not fee that I am out of breath ? 

lu. How art thou out of breath, when thou haft breath 
To fay to me, that thou art out of breath ? 
The excufe that thou do'ft make in this delay, 
Is longer then the Tale thou do'ft excufe. 
Is thy newes good or bad ? anfwere to that, 
Say either and He ftay thecircumftance; 
Let mebefatisfied, ift good or bad? 

Nur. Well, you haue made a fimple choice , you know not 
how to choofc a man : Rcwe^no not he, though his face be beu 
ter then any mans, yet his legge excels all mens, and for a hand 
and a foot and body , though they bee not to bee talkt on , yet 
they are paft compare .• he is not the flower of curtcfie , but He 
warrant him as gentle as a Lambe : goe thy wayes Wench, 
ferue God. What haue you dindc at home ? 

/«. No, no, but all this did I know before 
Whatfaycs he of our Marriage, what; of that? 

Nur* Lord, how my head akes, what a head haue I s 
It beates as it would fall in twentic pieces. 
My backea tother fide, a my backe, mybacke: 
Beftirew your heart for fending me about 

To 



of Romeo and Iuliet. 

To catch my death with iaunting vp and downed 

ff4. I faith I am forry that thou art not well. 
Swcct,fwect,fweet Afar/*, tell me what fayes my Loue > 

Nur. Your Loue faycs like an honeft Gentleman, 
And a curtcous, and a kind, and a handforae, 
And I warrant a vertuous, where is your mother ? 

In. Where is my mother, why, (hec is within, where flaould 
(he bee? 

Howodly thoureplycft: 
Your Loue fayes like an honeft Gentleman, 
Where is your Mother ? 

Nnr* O Gods Lady dcare, 
Are you fo hot, marry come vp I trow, 
Is this the pouhis for my aking bones : 
Hence-forward doe your Meffagcs your felfe. 

/*. Here's fuch a coyle, come what faycs Romeo} 

Nur. Haue you got leaue to goe to fhrift to day ? 

lu m I haue. 

Nut. Then high you hence to Fryer Lawrence CelL 
There ftayes a Husband to make you a Wife : 
Now comes the wanton bloudvp in yourchcckcs, 
They'le be in Scarlet ftraightat any newes : 
Hie you to Church, I muft another way, 
To fetch a Ladder by the which your Loue 
Mud clinnbe a Birds-neaft (bone when it is darkc 
I am the Drudge, and toyle in your delight : 
But you fhall beare the burthen foone at night* 
Goe lie to dinner, hye you to the CelL 

M Hie to high fortune, honeft Nurfe farewell.. 

Exeunt*-. 
BnterVnti AndRomzo*- 

Fri t So fmile theHeauens vponthis holy Aft, 
That after hourcs, with forrow chide vs not. 

Re. Amen, Amen, but come what forrow can, 
It cannot counteruaile the exchange of ioy 
That one fhort minute giues me in her fight : 
Doe thou but clofe our hands with holy words,. 

Then 






The moft Lamentable Tragedie 

Then loue-deuouring death doe what he dare, 
It is enough I may but caliber mine. 

Fri. Thefe violent delights haue-violent ends, 
And in their triumph dye like fire and powder; 
Which as they khTeconlume.The fweeteft honey 
Is lothfomneffc in his ownc delicioufncffe, 
And in^he tafte confounds the appetite. 
Therefore loue moderately, long loue doth fo, 
Too fwift, arriues as tardie, as too flow. 

Enter Iuliet. 
Here comes the Ladie, Oh fo light afoot 
Will nere weare out the euerlaiting flint, 
A touer may be&ride the Gbffamours, 
That idles in the wanton Summer Ayre, 
And yet not fall, fo light is vanitie. 

Ju. Good euen to my ghoftly Confeflor. 

Fri. Remee fhallthanke thee daughter for vs both« 

J#. As much to him, elfe in his thankes too much. 

Ro* Ah lul$et i if the meafure of thy ioy 
Be hcapt like mine,and that thy skill be more 
To blazon it, then fweeten with thy breath 
This neighbour Ayre, and let rich Mufickcs tongue, 
Vnfold the imagin'd happineffc that both 
Rcceiue in either, by this dcare encounter. 

In. Conceit, more rich in matter then in words, 
Brags of his fubtfance, not ©f ornament, 
They are but Beggers that can count their worth; 

• But my true Loue is growne to fuch exceffe, 
I cannot fumme rp fomeof halfe my wealth. 

Fri. Gome, come with me, and we will make fhort worke, 

• For by your leauesjou fhall not May alone, 
Till holy Church incorporate two in one. 

Enter Mercutio, Benuolion,<a»*/«*«f. 
Ben. I pray thee good Mircutio lets retire, 
The day is hot, the {apuiets abroad : 

And if we meet, we {hall not fcape abrawle, for now thefe hot 
dayes, is the mad bloud flirring. 

Mcr* 



ef Romeo and lnlieu 

Mer* Thou art like one of thefe fcllowcs, that when tec eri- 

,f£cs the confines of * Taucrne , claps mec his fword vpon the 

table, and fayes, God fend mec no need of thee: and by the o- 

pcrationofthefecondcup, drawes him on the Drawer , when 

indeed there is no need. 

Ben. Am I like fuch a fellow ? 

Mer t Come, come, thou art as hot a Iacke in thy moode, as 
any in Italie : and affoonc moucd to bee moodie , and aiToone 
cpoodie to be moucd. 

Ben. And what top? 

Mer. Nay and there were two fuch , wee fhould haue none 
fhortly, for one would kill the other : thou, why thou wile 
quarrell with a man that hath a hairemore, or a hairelcffein 
his beard , then thou haft • tKou wilt quarrellwith a man for 
crackingNuts , haumg no other rcalon, but becaufc thou haft 
hafell eye* : what eye , but fuch an eye , would fpie out fuch a 
quarrell ? »hy head is as full of quan eis,as an eggc is fui of meac, 
and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egge for quar- 
relling : chou haft qua* eld with a man for coffi.ig in the ftreet, 
becauie he hath wakened/thy dog that hath laync afleepe in the 
Sun. Didft thou not fall out with a taylor for wearing his new 
doublet before Eaftcr : with another, for tying his new ihooes 
with old riband,and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling ? 

Ben. And I were fo apt to quarrel as thou art,any man fliould 
buy the fee-fimple of my life, for an houie and a quarter, 

Mer, The fee-fimple, O fimple. 

Enter Tibale, Fctruchio and ethers. 

Hen. By my head here comes the fapu/cts. 

Mer. By my heele I care not. 
Tiba/t. Follow me clofe, for I will fpeake toxhem. 
Gentlemen, Good-den,a word with one of you. 

Mrr. And but one word with one of vs ? couple it with fom- 
thing, make it a word and a blow. 

Ti. You friall find mec apt inough to that fir , and you will 
giue mecccafion. 

CMercnt. Could you not take fome occafion without gl- 
uing? 

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The mejl Lamentable Tragedit 

Ti* Mtrcutio thou confort eft with Romeo, 

M?r. Confort, what do'ft thou make ts Minftrels? and thou 
make Minftrels of ts, look tohearc nothing but difcords, here's 
my Fiddlefticke , heercs that fliall make you dance zounds 
confort. 

Ben. We talke here in the puhlikc haunt of men : 
Either withdraw vnto fome private place, 
Or reafon coldly of your grieuances : 
Or eUe depart, here all eyes g^z.e on vs. 

Mcr. Mens eies were made to looke, and let them gaze. 
I will not budge for no mans pleafure I. 

Enter Romeo. 

7#. Well peace be with you fir,here comes my man: 

Mrr. But lie be harig'd fir,if he wcare your Liuery: 
M arry go? before to field, hcelc be your follower, 
Your Worfhip in that fenfe may call him man. 

Tib. Romeo y the loue I beare thee, can affoord 
No better tcrmc then this: thou art a Villaine. 

Ro. Tibait, the reafon that I haue to louc thee* 
Doth much excufe the appertayning rage 
To fuch a greeting : Villaine am I none. 
Therefore farewell I fee thou know'ft me not. 

Tt. Boy, this {hall not excufe the iniuries 
That thou haft done me therefore turne and draw. 

Ro. I doe proteft I ncuer injured thee, 
But loue thee better then thou canft deuife: 
Till thou fhalt know the reafon of my loue, 
And fo good Cafulct, which name I tender 
As dearcly as my owne, be fatisficd. 

Ma. O calme difhonourable, vilefubmiflion i 
%/4Ha ft-Hcatho carries it away, 

TiMt t you Rat-catcher, will you walke ? 

Ti. What woulds thou haue with me ? 

Met. Good King of Cats , nothing but one of your nine 
liues, that I meane to make bold withall, and as you (hall 
vfemee hereafter drie beatc the reft of the eight. Will you 
plucke your Sword out of his Pilcher by the ear«s ? make hafte, 

leaft 



of Rome* andluliet. 

lieaft afee bee about your cares ere it bee our, 
Tu Iaraforyotf. 

Ro. Gentle Mcreutio % put thy Rapier vp. 
^/rr. Come fir y our Paffado. 
Ro. Draw Benmlio % bcate downe their weapons, 
Gentlemen, for (hame forbeare this outrage, 
Ttbtlt) Merctrtto the Prince cxprefly bath 
Forbid bandying in Verona, Erects, 
Hold T*(r*lt 9 good Mcrcntio* 

•Aw*j Tibalt. 
Mer. I am hurt. 
A plague a both houfes, I am fped, 
Is he gone and hath nothing? 
Ben. What art thou hurt? r 
//*r. I, I, a fcratch, a fcratch, marry 'tis enough) 
Where is my Page? goe Villainc, fetch a Surgeon. 
Ro. Courage man, the hurt cannot be much. 
Met. No 'tis not fo deepe as a Well,nor fo wide as a Church 
doore, but 'tis enough, twill feiue : aske for me to morrow,and 
you fliall find race a grauc man. I are peppered I warranty for 
this World, a plague a both your houfes, founds adog,a rat, a 
moufc, a cat to fcratch a man to death , a braggart, a rogue, a 
Tillainc , that fights by the booke of Arithmetick , why the 
deu'le came you becweene vs ? I was hurt vndcr your arme, 
Ro. I thought all for the heft. 
Mer. Helpc me into fome houfe BenuoRo. 
Or 1 (hall faint, a plague a both your houfes. 
They haue made wormes meat of me, 
I haue it, and foundly to your houfes 

Exit 
Ro. This Gentleman the Princes nearc alic. 
My very friend hath got his mortall hurt 
Jn my behalfe, my reputation ftaynd 
With7V£<*/// (launder, 7/W* that an hours 
Hath beene my Cozin, O fweet Juliet y 
Thy beautie hath made me effeminate, 
And in my temper foftned valours ileele. 

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The mofl\LamentAble Tragedie 

£*J*rBcnuolio. * 

'Ben. O Romeo y Romeo ,braue MercHtio\% dead 
That gallant fpirit hach afpir'd the Cloudej, 
Which too vntimely here did fcorne the earth, 

Ro. This dayes blackc fate, on moc dayes doth depend 
This but begins, the woe others muft end. 

'Ben. Here comes the furious T/&?// backeagaine* 

r R^. He gon in triumph and Mercntio flaine, 
Away to heauen refpe$iue lenitie, 
And fire and furie, be my conduct now, 
Now Tibalt take the villaine back againc, 
That late thou gaueft me, for Msrcutio's foule 
Is but a little way aboue our heads, 
Staying for thine to keepe him companie : 
Either thou or I, or both, mil ft goe with him. 

Ti. Thou wretched boy that didft confort him here 
Shalt with him hence. 

Ro. This fhall determine that. 

They fight. Tibalt falls. 

Ben. Romeo, away, be gone : 
The Citizens are vp, and Tifalt flaine, 
Stand not amazed, the Prince will doome thee death, 
If thou arc taken, hence begone, away. 

Ro. O, I am fortunes fcole. 

Ben. Why doft thou flay > 

Exit. Romte* 
Enter Citizens* 

fiti. Which way ran he that kild Mercntio? 
Tibzlt^ that murtherer, which way r3nhe ? 

Benn. There lyes that Tibalt. 

fiti. Vp, fir, goe with me : 
I charge thee in the Princes name obey. 

Enter Prince, old Mountaguc,Capuler, 
their wines and all. 

Trin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray ? 

Ben. O noble Priace, I can difcouerall: 

Thevnluckie mannageofthis fatall brail, 

There 



of Romeo *nd Juliet. 

There lyes the man flaine by young £**»##, 
That flew thy kinfman, braue Mtrcntto. 

Capu. m. Tibah, my Cozin, O my brothers child, 

Prince, O Cozin, husband, O the bloud is fpild 
Of my deare kinfman, Prince, as thou art true, 
For bloud of ours,fliead bloud of CMontsgue. 

O Cozin, Cozin. 

Prin. Benuolio % who began this bloudy fray ? 

Ben. Tiba/t here flaine,whom Romeo's hand did flay, 
Itymeo that fpoke him faire, bid him bethinke 
How nice the quarrell was, and vrg'd withall 
Your high difpleafurc all this vttercd. 
With gentle breath, calme looke, knees humbly bowed 
Could not take truce with the vnruly fpleenc 
Of Ttb Alt deafe to peace, but that he tilts 
With peircing fteele at bold Mercmtis breaft, 
Who all as hot, turnes deadly, point to point, 
And with a Martiall fcorne, with one hand beates 
Cold death afide, and with the other fends 
It back to Tibnlt > whofe dcxteritie 
Retorts it, "Romeo he cryes aloud, 
Hold friends, friends part, and fwifter then his tongue, 
His agill armc beates downe their fatall points, 
And twixt them ruflies, vndcrneath whofe arme, 
An enuious thruft from Tibalt, hit the life 
Of flout KjMercutio i and then Tibalt fled, 
But by and by comes backe to Romeo, 
Who had but newly cntertayn'd rcuenge, 
And too't they goe like lightning, for ere I 
Could draw to part them, was RoutTibalt flaine : 
And as he fell* did Romeo turne and flie, 
This is the truth, or let Tlemolio die. 

£*• Wu He is a kinfman to the MounUgue y 
Affection makes him falfe,he fpeakes not true t 
Some twentic of them fought in this blackc ftrife, 
And all thofe twentic could but kill one life. 

1 beg for Iuftiee, which thou,Prince^ muft g\uc : 

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The mofi Lment&bU Tragedic 

Jfymeo flew Tibalt, R§meo muft not !iue # 

Ptin. Rome* flew him, he flew Mcreulio, 
Who now the price of his dcare bloud doth owe* 

Monn* Not Remee Prince, be was Alercuttss friend, 
His fault concludes, but what the Law fliould end, 
ThclifcofTV&f/f. 

Prin. And fox that offence, 
Immediately we doe exile him hence: 
I haue an Intercft in your hearts proceeding. 
My bloud for your rude brawles doth lie a bleeding. 
But He amerce you with fo ftrong a fine, 
That you (hall all repent the loffe of mine. 
I will be dcafe to pleading and excufes, 
Nor tearcs, nor prayers (hall purchafe out abufes. 
Therefore vfenone, let %omeo hence in haft, 
Elfe when he is found, thu houre is his laft. 
Beare hence this body, and attend cur will, 
Mercy but murders, pardoning thofe that kill. 

Enter Juliet alone. 
Gallup apace, you fiery footed fteeds, 
Towards Phoebus lodging, fuch a waggoner 
As PhaettH would whip you to the weft, 
And bring in clowdie night immediately. 
Spread thy clofc curtaine loue- performing night, 
That run-awayes eyes may wincke, and Rome* 
Leape to thefe armes, vntalkt of and vnfeenc, 
Lo ucrs can fee todoc their amorous rights, 
By their ownc beauties, or of loue tc olind, 
It beft agrees with night, come ciuill night, 
Thou fober futcd matron all in black e, 
And learne me how to loofe a winning match, 
Plaid for a paire of ftainlefTe maiden-heads 
Hood »y vnmarid bloud baiting k»my cheekes, 
With thy blacke mantle, till ftranp c touc grow bold, 
Thinke true loue a&ed iimpie modeiiie : 
Come night , come Rem* , come thou day in night, 



Exit 



For 



tfRmeo tndlulieu 

For thou wilt lie vpon the wings of night, 
Whiter then fnoWYponaRauens backer 
Come gentle night, come louing black.browd night. 
Giue me my Romeo, and when hee /hall die, 
Take him and cut him out in little flarres, 
And he will make the face of heauen fo fine, 
That all the world will be in loue with night, 
And pay no worfhip to the garifli Sun* 
O I haue bought the manfion of a loue, 
But not pofleft it, and though I am fold, 
• Not yet emoyd, fo tedious is this day, 
As is the night before fome feftiuall, 
To an impatient child that hath new robes 
And may not weare them, O here comes my Nurfr. 

Enter Nurfe with cords. 
And fhee brings newes and euery tongue that fpeakes 
But Romeos name, fpeafces heauenly eloquence: 
Now Vurfe $ what newes? what haft thou there, 
The cords that Romeo bid thee fetch? 
Afar. I, I, the cords, 

lulicu Ay me,what newes? why doftthou wring thy handss 
Nur. A weladay, heesdead, hees dead, hees dead, 
We are vndone Lady , we are vndone. 
A lacke the day, hecs gone, hees kild, hees dead. 
lu. Can heauen be fo enuious. 
Nur. Romeo can. 
Though heauen cannot, O Romeo, 'Romeo, 
Whoeucr would haue thought it Rmeo, 

/*. What diuell arc thou, that doft rorment me thus? 
This torture fhould be rored in difmail hell, 
Hath Itymec&nnc himfHfe ? fay thou but I, 
And that bare vowell I fliall poyfon more 
Then the death-darring eye of Cockatrice, 
I am not I, if there be fuch an I. 
Or thofe eyes foot, that makes thee anfwcrcls 
lr hr be fl nne fav I , or if rot ,no. ■ • 
Briefc, founds, determine my wealeor wo, 



The mojl Lamenttblc Tragedie 

*ttyr. I faw the wound, I fa w it with mine eyes, 
God faue the marke, he re o n hi $ m anly breit, 
A piteous coarfe, a bio ody piteous coarfc, 
Pale, pale as afhes, all bedavvde in blood, 
All in goare blood, I fo unded at the light. 

It*. O breakc my heart, poore banckrout breake at once, 
!*o prifon eyes, neie lookt on libertie. 
Vile earth to earth refigne, end motion here, 
And thou and Romeo prcfleone heauie bee re. 

T^ur. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the beft friend I had, 
O curteous Tybalt honeft Gentleman, 
That euer 1 fhould liuc to fee thee dead. 

In. What ftorme is this that blowes fo contrarie? 
Is Romeo flaughtrcd? and is Tybalt dead? 
My deareft Cozen, and my dearer Lord, 
Then dreadfull Trumpet found the generall doomc, 
For who is lining, if thofe two are gone? 

Nttr. Tybalt, is goue, and Romeo banifhed, 
Romeo that kild him he is baniftied. 

Juliet. O God, did Romtos hand flied Tibalts blood? 
It did, it did, alas the day, it did. 

Ntir. O ferpent heart, hid with a flowring face. 

Ih. Did eucr dragon keepe fo fairc a Caue? 
Bcaucifull tyrant , fiend angelicall.* 
Rauenous doue,feathred Rauen, woluiftwaucning lambe, 
Defpifed fubftance of diuincft (how: 
Iuft oppofite to what thou iuftly fcem'ft, 
A damned faint, an honourable viilaine; 
O Nature , what hadft thou to doe in hell, 
W hen thou didft power the fpirit of a fiend 
In mortal! paradife of fuch fweet flefh? 
Was euerbookecontayning fuch vile matter 
So fairely bound? O that deceit fhould dwell 
In fuch a gorgeous Pallace. 

Netr. Theres no truft, no faith, no honeflie in men, 
AH periurde, all for-fworne, all naught, all diffemblcrs, 
Ah whetes my man? giue me fomc Aqua* v'tu} 

Thcfe 






of Romeo And Juliet. 

Thefc griefes, thefe woes, thefeforrowes make tne old, *■ .- 
Shame come to Romeo. 

Iff. Bliftered be thy tongue 
For fuch a wifti, he was not borne to frame: 
Vpon his brow fliame is aftiam'd to fit: 
For tis a throne where honour may be crownd 
Sole Monarch of the vniuerfall earth. . 

O what a beaft was I to chide at him? 

Nnr. Will you fpeake well of him thatkild your cozin? 
Iff. Shall I fpeake ill of him that is my husband? 
Ah poore my Lord, what tongue (hall fmooch thy name, ^ 
When I thy three houres wife hauemanglcd it? 
But wherefore villainc didft thou kill my Coztn? 
That villaine cozin would haue kild my husband: 
Backcfoohfti teares,backe to your natiuc fpring, 
Your tnbutarie drops belong to woe, 
Which you miftaking offer vp to ioy, ] 
My husband Hue* that Tibalt would haue flaine, 
And Titralts dead that would haue flaine my husband; , 

All this is comfort, wherefore wcepe I then: 
Some words there was worfer then Tffalts death 
That murdered me, I would forget it fainc, , %% ^ .^ 
Butohitpreflcstomymemory, ainoffciffiA 

Like damned guilty deedes to finners minds, 

TflfMt is dead and Rome o banifhcd: 

That banifhed , that one word banifhed, 

Hath flaine ten thoufand Tibaltsi Tffalts^gptfy T 

Was woe inough if it had ended there: j ooT * ; , !' ' r 

Oriffowerwoco>l< g htsinfcllow(hip, 

And ncedly will bewranckt with other griefes, 

Why followed not when (he faid Tibaks dead, 

Thy father or thy mother, nay ot both, 

Which moderne Lan^tfawojwnighc hauc^mo^c^ f • l *^ 

But with a reafeward folJbwing TfMf/ death, 

Romeo is banifhed to fpeake that word, 

Is father, mother, TiMt, Romeo ,]fftiet % 

All flaine, all dci&tlfymod fcbaniftied, 

G * There 



The mojl Lament Able tragedie 

There is ho end, nb limit, meafurc, bound, 

In that words death, no words can that woe found 

Where is my father and my mother Nnrfci 

Ttyr. Weeping and wailing ouer Ttfafts corfe, 
Willyou goe to them: I will bring you thither* 

/•». Wa(h they his wounds with teares: mine ftiall be /pent. 
When theirs are drie, for Ttgmeos banifhmenr. 
Take vp thofc cords, poore ropes you ire beguild, 
Borh you and I for T^mco is exild: 
He made you for a high-way to my bed, 
But I amaide, die maiden widdowed. 
Come cord, come Nurfe y lie to my wedding bed, 
And death not Romeo, take my maiden-head. 

2\(#r. Hie to your chamber, lie find Romeo 
To comfort you, I wot well where he is: 
Harke ye, your Romeo will behcare at night. 
He to him, he is hid at Lawrence Cell. 

1h. O find him, giuc this Ring to my true Knight, 
And bid him come, to take his laft farewell. 

Exit, 
'Enter Frier and Romeo* 

Fri. Romeo come forth, come forth thou fearefull man, 
Affliction is cnamord of thy parts: 
And thou art wedded to calamities. 

Ro. Father what newes? What is the Princes cioomc } 
What forrow craues acquaintance at my, hand, 
That I yet know not? 

Fri. Too familiar. 
Is my dcare Sonne with fuch fowrecompanie? 
I bring thee tydings of the Princes doome. 

Ro. What leffe then Doomcfday Is the Princes doome? 

Fri. A gentler Judgement vanifht from his lips, 
Not bodies death, but bodies baniihment. 

Ro. Ha, banifliment? be mercifully death : 
For exile hath more terror in his looke, 
Much more then death, doc not fay banifliment. 

Fri. Herefrom Vm**is% thou banifbed: 

. ~ «"> c Be 



of Romeo and luliet. 

Be patient,for the worlcjis bro.ad a^jfftfct! ^ r ioj 

Ro. There it r^p world without Venn* walles, 

But purgatory,torture,helI it fclfc ; 

Hence baniflied, is baniflit from the world. 

And worlds exile is death. Then baniihed, 

Is death miftcartn d , calling death banifhed, 

Thou cutftmy head off with a golden Axe, 

And fmilcft vpon the ftrokc that murders me. 
Fri. O deadly finnc, O rude vnthankcfulncfle, 

Thy fault our Law cals death,but the kind Prince 

Taking thy parr,, hath ruflit afidc the Law, 

And turn'd that blacke word death to banifihment. 

This is dcaxe mercic, and thou feeft it not. 

Ro. Tis torture and not mercie,Hcaucn is here 

Where7*//>* Hues and euery Cat and Dogge, 

And little Moule, cuery vn worthy thing 

Liue here in Heauen and may lookc oa her. 

But Romeo may not. More validitic, 

More honourable ftate, more courtfbip liues 

In carrion flycs,then Romeo:$ity may feaze 

On the white wonder of dcare Inliets hand, 

And ftcalc immortali biefling from her lips, 

Who eucn in pure and Veftallmodefty, 

Still blufh, as thinking their owne kiflcs finne> 

This may flyes doc, when I from this muft flye : 

And fay ft thou yet, that exile is not death? " 

But Romeo may not, he is baniflied, 

Flyes may doc this, but I from this muft flye : 

They are freemen, but I am baniflied. 

Hadft thcu no poy fon mixt no fharpc ground Knife, 

No fudden meane of death, though nere fo meanc, 

13ut banifhed to kill me : Baniflied ? 

O Fryer, the damned vfe that word in hell 2 

Howling attends it, how haft thou the heart 

Being a Diuine, a ghoftly Confcflbr, 

A finn- Obfoluer, and my Friend profeft, 

To mangle me with that word baniflied? 

G % Iru 



ThemejtLdTAMdWrragcdie 

Fri. Thou fond m*d man,heare me a little fpeake, 

Ro. O thou wilt fpeake agairie of baniflimcBt. 

Fri. He giuc thee armour to kecpie off that word, 
Aduerfitics fwcet miike, Philofophie, 
To comfort thee though thou art baniflied. 

Ro. Yet banifticd ? hang vp Philofophie, 
Vnlcffe Philofophie can make a Iulict, 
Difplant a Townc, reuerfe a Princes doome, 
It helpes not, itpreuailes not, talke no more. 

Fri. O then I fee, that mad men haue no cares. 

Ro.. How fhould they, when wife men haue no eyes. 

Fn. Let me difpute with thee of thy eftate. 

Ro. Thou canft not fpeake of that thou doft not fecle, 
Wert thou as young as I, luliet thy loue, 
An houre but married, Ttbalt murdered, 
Doting like me, and like me banifhed, 
Then mighceft thou fpeake, 
Then mighteft thou teare thy haire, 
And fall vpon the ground as I doe now, 
Taking the meafure of an vnmade graue. 

Nnrfeknoekt. 

Fn. Arife, one knocks, good Romeo hide thy felfe, 

Ro, Not I, vnleffe the breath of heart-fickc gronci 
Mift-likc infold me from the fearch of eyes. 

Knocke. 

Fri. Harlce how they knocke ('who's there) Romeo arife, 
Thou wilt be taken (ftay awhile) (land vp. 

Run to my ftudie. (by and by) Gods will* 
What fimplerieflt is this : I come, I come. 



: 



Knocke. 



Who knocks fo hard ? f whence come you ? what's your will ? 

Enter %urfe. 
Nut. Let me come in, and you fhall know my errand : 
I come from Lady luliet. 

Fri. Welcome then, 
. ##r. O holy Frier, O tell me holy Frier, 






Where's 



ofR&metMndliiliet. 

Where's my Ladies Lord, there's R*mn 9 ? j & t 

Fri> There on the ground, 
With his ownc teares made drunke. 

Nut. O, he is euen in my Miftrcfle cafe, 
Juftinhercafe. O wofull firnpathy : 
Pitious predicament, euen fo lyes fhee, 
Blubbring and weeping, weeping and blubbring, 
Stand vp, ftand vp, ft and and you be a man, 
For lnlitts fake, for her fake rife and ftand : 
Why fliould you fall into fo deepe an O : 
Rom* Nurfe. 

Nnr. Ah fir, ah fir, death's the end of all. 
Rom. Spakcft thou of lulitt ? how is it with her ? 
Doth not fticc thinkeme an old murthcrer, 
Now I haue ftay nd the child -hood of our ioy, 
With blood remoued, but little from her owne ? 
Where is flicc ? and how doth fliee ? and what fayes 
My conceald Lady to our canceld loue ? 

Nur. Oh, fliee fayes nothing, fir, but weeps and weeps, 
And now fals on her bed, and then darts vp, 
And Tib ah calls, arid then onltymeo f ryes, 
And then downe falls againe. 

Rom. As if that name ftiot from the deadly leuell of a gun, 
Did murther her, as that names curfed hand 
Murdred her kinfman. Oh tell me Frier, tell me, 
In what vile part of this Anatomic 
Doth my name lodge ? Tell me, that I may fackc 
The hatefull manfion. 

Fr/. Hold thy defperate hand : 
Art thou a man ? thy forme cryes out thou art ♦ 
Thy teares arc womanifti, thy wild afts denote 
The vnreafonable furie of a heart : 
Vnfcemely woman in a feeming man, 
And ill befecming fecift in fecming both, 
Thou haft amaz/d me. By my holy Order, 
I thought thy difpofition better temperd. 
Haft thou flaineT/^/f ? wilt thou flay thy fclfe ? 

G 2 id 



The mojl L4mtnUblcTragedit 

And flay thy Lady, that in thy life lyes, 

By doing damned hate vpon thy feJfc ? 

Why rayleft thou on thy birth ? the heauen and earth I ' 

Since birth, and heauen and earth, all three doe meet 

In ttiee at once, which thou.at once wouldft loofe. 

Fie, fie, thou fhameft thy fhape, thy loue, thy wit, 

Which like a Vfurer abounditin all : 

And vfeft none in that true vfc indeed, 

Which fliould be deckc thy ftiape,thy loue,thy wit: 

Thy noble fhape is but a forme of waxe, 

Difgrcffing from the valour of a man. 

Thy dcareloue fworne, but hollow periuric, 

Killing that loue which thou haft rowd to cherifli, 

Thy wit, that ornament, to fhape and loue, 

Miffe-fhapen in the conduct of them both; 

Like powder in a skilUlefle Souldicrs flaske, 

Is fetafire by thine owne ignorance, 

And thou difmembred with thine owne defence, 

What, rowfc thee man, thy lulict is aliue, 

For whofe dcare fake thou waft but lately dead. 

There art thou happy, Tibalt would kill thee, 

But thou fleweft Tib<tlt y there art thou happy. 

The Law that thrcatned death becomes thy friend, 

And turncs it toexile,tbercart thou happie. 

A packc of bleflings lights vpon thy backe, 

Happincfle courts thee in her beft array, 

But like a misbehau'd and fullcn Wench, 

Thou powts vpon thy fortune and thy loue : 

Take heed, take heed, for fuch dye mifcrable. 

Goe get thee to thy Loue as was decreed, 

Afcend her Chamber, hence and comfort her : 

But: looke thou ftay not till the watch be fety 

For then thou canft not paffe to 'M*titnet % 

Where thou fhalt Hue till we can find a rim© 

To blaze your Marriage, reconcile your friends, 

Beg pardon of the Prince and call thee bicke, 

With twentie hundred thoufand times more ioy 

Then 






$f Romeo andlnliet. 

Then thou wcntft forth in lamentation. 
Goc before Nurfe, commend me to thy Lady, 
And bid her haftcn all the houfe to bed, 
Which heauic forrow makes them apt vnto, 
Romeo is comming. 

Ityr. O Lord, I could haue ftayd here all the nighty 
To hcaregood counfell, oh what Learning is : 
My Lord, He tell my Lady you will come. 

Ro. Doe fo, and bid my Sweeepreparc to chide, 

Nur. Here fir,a Ring (lie bids me giue you fir : 
Hie you, make halte, for it growes very late. 

Ro. How well my comfort is reuiu'd by this, 

Fri. Goc hence, goodnight, and here ftands all your ftatc 
Either be gone before the watch be fee, 
Or by the break e of day difguis'd from hence, 
Soiourne in CMantHA, lie find out your man, 
And he fhall fignific from time to time, 
Euery good hap to you, that chances here : 
Giue me thy hand, 'tis late, farewell, goodnight. 

Ro. But that a ioy ■ paft ioy calls out on me, 
It were a gricfc, fo briefc to part with thee: 
Farewell. 

Exeunt* 
Enter old C*pu\ct,bisJrtfe and Paris. 

C#. Things haue falne out fir fo vnluckily, 
That we haue had no time to moue our daughter, 
Lookc you, fhe lou'd her KinfmanT*^*// dearely, 
And fo did I. Well we were borne to dye. 
*Tis very late, fhee'l not come dpwne to night : 
I promife you, but for your company, 
I would haue beene abed an houreagoe. 

P4r//*Thefe times of wo,arToord no times to woe ; 
Madam goodnight,commend me to your daughter. 

La. 1 will, and know her mind early to morrow, 
To night flie is mewed vp to her heauincfie, 

Ca. Sir Paris, I will make a defperatc tender 
Of my childcslouc:! thinkc ftic will be rulde, 



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The weft tumenubU TrAgedti 

In all refpefts by me: nay more, I doubt it not. 
Wife, goe you to her ere you goe to bed. 
Acquaint her here of my foonc Path loue, 
And bid her, markc you nic, on wendfday next, 
But foft, what day is this ? 

Paris. Monday, my Lord* 

Ca. Monday, ha,ha, well wendfday is too foonc, 
A thurfday let it be, a thurfday tell her, 
Shee fhall be married to this nobjc Earlc : 
Will you be ready ? doe you like this hafte ? 
Wecle keepe no great adoe, a friend or two, 
For harke you, Tib-ait. being flaine fo late, 
It may be thought we held him carelefly. 
Being our kinfman, if we reuell much : 
Therefore weele hauc fome halfe a dozen friends, 
And there an end f bu* what fay you to Thurfday ? 

P/*r#. My Lord, I would that thurfday were to mortow 5 

Caftt. Well, get you gone, a Thurfday, be it then ; 
Goe you to lultet ere you goe to bed, 
Prepare her, wife,againft this wedding day. 
Farewell, my Lord, light to my chamber, ho, i 

Afore me, it is fo very late, that we may call it early by and by, 
Goodnight. 

Exeunt. 
Enter Romeo and Iuliet aloft. 

In. Wilt thou be gone? It isnotyetnearcday : 
It was the Nightingale, and not the Larke, 
That pierft the fearefull hollow of thine eare, 
Nightly fhee fings on yond Pomgranct tree, 
Bcleeuc me loue, it was the Nightingale. 

Row. It was the Larke the Herald of the morne, 
No Nightingale; looke loue what cnuious ftrcakes 
Doe lace the fcuciing; clouds in yonder Eaft : 
Nights candles ate burnt out, and iocond day A 

Stands tip-toe on the miftic Mountaynes tops, 
I muft be gone and line, or flay and die. 

It*. Yond light is not daylight, I know it I \ > YinlO 

It 



tf Romeo arid Juliet. 

It is fome Meteor that the Sunne exhales, 
To be to thee this night a Torch-bearer, 
Andlight thee on thy way to Mania*. 
Therefore ftay yet,thou ncedft not to be gone* 
%£* Let mi be cane, lrr me be put to death, 
I am contentjfc thou wile haue it lb. 
He lay you gray is not the mornings eye, 
'Tis but the palercflcxe of Ctnthitu brow. 
Nor that is not the Larke whofe notes doe beate 
The vaulty heaucn fohigh aboueour heads, 
I haue more care to (lay then will to goe : 
Come death and welcome, luttet wils it Co. 
Howiftmy foule, lets talke,it is not day. 
lu. It is, it is, hie hence be gone away: 
It is the Larke that fings lo out of tune, 
Sttayning harfliDsfcords, and Ynplcafing Sharpes. 
Some fay the Latke makes fweet Dilution. 
This doth not fo:*br (he deuideth vs. 
Some fay the Larke and lothed Toad change eyes, 
O now I would they had chang'd voyces too : 
Since arme from arme that voyce doth vs affray, 
Hunting thee hence, with Huntfup to the day, 
Onow be gone, more light and light it growes. 
Romeo. More light and light,morcdarke and darke 
our woes. 

Enter Madame WNurfc. 
Nur. Madam. 
lu. Nurfe. 

Nur. Your Lady Mother is comming to your chamber, 
The day is broke, be wary, looke about. 

Iu. Then window let day in,and let life out. 
Ro. Farewell,farewell one kifle and He delcend. 
Iu. Art thou gone fo Loue,Lord,3y husband^riend, 
I muft heare from thee euery day in the houre, 
For in a minute there are many dayes, ._ 
O by this count I jfh all be much in ycares, 
Ere I againc behold my Romeo % 

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The mdJtLamtnuble tngtdie 

Ro. Farewell, 
I will omit no oportunitie, 
That may conuey my greetings Ioue to thee, 

Ju. O thinkeft thou we fhall eucr mecte againc } 

Ro. I doubt it not, and all thefe woes (hall feme 
For fwect difpourfes in our time to come. 

Iff. O God I haue an ill diuining foulc, 
Me thinkes I fee thee now, thou art fo lowe, 
As one dead in the bottome of aTcmbe, 
Either my eye-fight failes, or thou lookeft pale. 

7tym. And trull me loue, in my eye fo doc you: 
Dry forrow drinkes our bloud. Aduc, adue. 

Exit* 

In. O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle, 
If thou art fickle, what doft thou with him 
That is renowoTd for faith? be fickle Fortune: 
For then I hope thou wilt not kcepc him long, 
But fend him backe. 

Enter UMether. 

La. Ho daughter, arc you vp? 

iff. Who ift that cals? it is my Lady Mother. 
Is flic not downe fo late or vp io early ? 
What vnaccuftom'd caufe procures her hcther ? 

La. Why, how now Juliet. 

In. Msdam,Iamnotwell. 

La. Euermorc weeping for your Cozins death ? 
What wilt thou wafh him from his grauc with teares > 
And if thou could'ft, thou could'ft not make him liuc : 
Therefore haue done,fome griefefhewes much oflouc, 
But much of gricfc,{newes Mill fome want of wit. 

It*. Yet let me weepe, for fuch a feeling loffe, 

La. So ftiallyou fecle the loffe, but not the friend 
Which you weepe for. 

Iff. Feel i ng fo the 1 ofle, 
I cannot chufe but euer weepe the friend* 

La. Well Girle,tbou weep'ft not fo much for his dcath^ 
As that the Villaine liues which flaughtcrcd him. 



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$f Romeo andlulict. 

In. What Villainc Madam? 

La. That fame Villain e Romeo* 

la. Villain?, and he be many miles a funder : 
God pardon him, I doe with all my heart : 
And yet no man like he, doth grieue my heart. 

La. Thatisbccaufc the Tray tor liues. 

I/*. I Madam, from the reach of thefe my hands : 
Would none but I might venge my Cozius death. 

La* We will haue vengeance for it, feare thou not* 
Then weepe no more, He fend to one in Mantaa 9 
Where that fame baniflu Runnagate doth liue, 
. Shall giue him fuch an accuftom'd dram, 
That he (hall foonc keepc Tib alt companies 
And then I hope thou wilt be fatisficd. 

la. Indeed Ineuer (hall be fatisficd 
With %omeo % till I behold him. Dead 
Is my poore heart, fo for a Kinfman vext : 
Madam, if you could find out but a man 
To beare a poy fon, I would t emper it : 
That Romeo (hould vpon receit thereof, 
Soone flcepc in quier. O how my heart abhors 
To heare him nam'd and cannot come to him. 
To wreake the loue I bore my Cozin, 
Vpon his body that hath flaughtere dhim. 

Mo. Find thou the meancs, and iie find fuch a man^ 
But now ile tell thee ioyfuli tiding Girlc. 

la. And ioy comes well in fuch a needy time, 
What are they, I befcech your Ladifhip ? 

Mo. Well, well, thou haft a ca refull father childe. 
One who to put thee from thy he auinciTc, 
Hath forced out a fudden day of ioy, 
That thou expects not, nor I lookt not for. 

In. Madam in happie time, what day is that? 

U*/*. Marrie my childe.early nextThurfdaymorne* 
The gallant,yong,and Noble Gentleman, 
The Countie Paris at Saint Peters Chu rch, 
Shall happly make thee there aioyfull Bride* 

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The m$Jl Lamentable Tragedie 

Ju. Now by Saint Peters Church.and Pettr too, 
He fhall not make me there a ioyfuli Bride. 
I wonder at this haft,that I muft wed 
Eve he that fhould be husband comes to woo.* 
I pray you tell my Lord and Father Madam, 
I will not marry yet, and when I doe, 1 i weare 
It fhall be Romeo^ whom you know I hate 
Rather then Paris , thefe are new.es indeed. 

M r. Here comes your father,tell him fo your felfes 
And lee how he will take it at your hands. 
Enter Capulet and Nurfe. 

Ca t When the Sun fets, the Ayre doth drifle deaw, 
But fortheSun-fetof my Brothers fbnne. 
It raines downeright. 

How now a Conduit Girle, what ftiJl in teares. 
, Eucrmore fhowring : In one little body ? 
Thou counterfeits, a Birke,aSen,a Wind: 
For flill thy eyes, which fmay call the Sea, 
Doe c bbe and flow with teares, the Barke thy body is: 
Say ling in this fak floud,the windes thy fighes, 
Who raging with thy teares and they with them* 
Withu'U a fudden calme will ouer fet 
Thy tempeft toff-d body. How now w ifr, 
Haueyoudehuered to her our decree? 

La, 3 fir, but Hie. will none, (lie giucs you thankes* 
I would the Foole wei e marryed to her Graue. 

Ca» Soft take me with you, take me with you Wife, 
How will (he none? doth {he not giue vs thankes? 
Is (be not proud? doth (he not count herblcft, 
(Vnworthy as fhe is) that webaue wrought 
So worthy a Gentleman i 6 be her Bndegtoome ? 

Jh. Not proud,you haue,but thankfull that you hauct 
Proud can I inucr be of what I hate, 
Bu: thankfull eucn for hate, that is meant loue. 

Crf.How now,how now,chopt lodgick,what is this? 
Freud and I thankcyo^and I thankc you not, 
And yet not proud ; Miftris minion you ? 
Thankc me no thankings,nor proud mc no prouds, But 



tf Romeo and Juliet* 

But fettle your fine Ioynts gainft Thurfday neie, 
To goe with *Pufis to Saint Peters Church.* 
Or I will dragge thee on a hurdle thither. 
Out you greene fickneffe carrion, out you baggage 
You tallow face. 

La. Fie, fie, what arc you maddc ? 
Iu. Good Father, I bcfeech you on my knees, 
He; re me with patience, but to fpeake a word. 
Fa. Hang thee yong baggage, disobedient wretch, 
, I tell thee what, get thee to Church a Thurfday, 
Or ncuer after looke me in the face. 
Speakc not, replie not, doe not anfwere rnee. 
My fingers itch, wife, wee fcarce thought vs blcft, 
That God had lerit vs but this oncly child, 
But now 1 fee this one is one too much, 
And that wee haue a curfe in hauing her: 
Outonherhilding. 

Nht. God in heauen blefTeher.' 
You are to blame my Lord to rate her (o. 

Fa. And why my Lady wifdome.hold your tongue, 
Good Prudence, (matter with your goffips, goe, 
N»r. I fpeake no treafon, 
Fa. OGodigedcn, 
N*r m . May not one fpeake? 
Fa. Peace you mumbling foole, 
Vctcr your grauitie ore a Goffips bowle, 
For here wee need it not. 
Wi. You are too hot. 
Fa. Gods bread, it makes meemadde, 
Day, night, houre, tide, time, worke, play, 
Alone, in companie, ftill my care hath bm 
To haue her m?tcht,and hauing now prouided 
A Gentleman of noble pareniagr, 
Of faire demesnes, youthfull and nobly allied, 
Stuft(as they fay) with honourable parts, 
Proportioned as ones thought would wifli a man. 
And then to haue a wretched pul«ng foole, 

H3 A. 



The tnofi Lamentable Tr age die 

A whining marnmct, in herfottunes tender, 

To anfwere, ile not wed, I cannot louc: 

I am too youngt I pray you pardon me. 

But and you will not wed, ile pardon you* 

Graze where you will, you fhail not houfe with mces 

Looke too't^thinke ont, I doc not vfe to ieft. 

Thurfday is nccre, lay hand on heart, ad uife, 

And you be mine, ile giue you to my friend, 

And you be not, hang, begge^arucdye i n the ftrcets, 

For by my fouie, ile nere acknowledge thee, 

Nor what is mine (hall euer doe thee good: 

Truft too'tjbethmkeyoujle notbeforfworne. SxiM 

Miet. Is there no pit tie fitting in the cloudes, 
That fees into the bottomc of my griefc? 
O fweet my Mother caft me not away, 
Delay this marriage, for a month, a weeke, 
Or if you doe not, make the Bridall bed 
In that dim Monument where Til*/' lies. 

Mo* Talke not to me, for ile not fpcake a word, 

Doe as thou wilt for I haue done with thee. Exit* 

luliet* OGod. OTtyrfe; how (hall this be prcuented? 

My husband is on earth, my faith in heauen, 

How fhall that faith returneagainc to earth, 

Vnleffe that husband fend it me from heauen, 

By leauing earth: comfort me, counfaile me: 

A lacke, a lacke, that heauen fhould practice ftratagems 

Vpon fo foft a fubie& as my felfc. 

What faift thou, haft thou not a word of ioy? 

Some comfort Nurfe, (nothing, 

TStyr. Faith here it \$> r R$meo is bani(hed,and all the world to 

That he dares nere come backe to challenge you: 

Or if he doe, it needs muft be my ftealth: 

Then fincc the cafe fo Hands as now it doth, 

I thinke it beft you married with the Countie, 

O hees alouely Gentleman: 

Romees a difhclout to him, an Eagle Madam 
Hath not fo grcene, fo quicke, fo fairc an ey e 

As 



tffometdndlatieu 

As P4r£ hath, beflirow my very heart, 
Ithinkcyouare happy in this fecond match, 
For it excels your firft, or if it did not, 
Your firft is dead, or twere as good he were, 
As liuing here and you no vfe of him. 

lu. Speakeft thou from thy heart? 

W*r. And from my foulc too, or clfe beftirew them both. 

/#. Ame"fh 

Nur. What? 

It*. Well, thou haft comforted me maruailous much, 
Goe in, and tell my Lady I am gone, 
Hauing difpleafde my Father, to Lawrence Cell, 
To make confeflion,and to beabfolu'd. 

Nur. Marrie I will, and this is wifely done. Exit* 

In. Auncient damnation, O moft wicked fiend, 
Is it more finne to wifh me thus forfworne, 
Or to difpraife my Lord with that fame tongue, 
Which (he hath praifde him with aboue compare, 
So many thoufand times? Goe Counfellor, 
Thou and my bofome henceforth (hall be twaine: 
lie to the Frier to know his remedie, 

If all clfe faile,my felfe haue power to die. Exit* 

Enter Frier andCountie Par is. 

Fri. On Thurfday fir, the time is very (horr. 

Pa. My father Capttlet will haue it fo, 
And I am nothing flow to flacke his hafte. 

Fri. You fay you doe not know the Ladies minds 
Vneuen is the courfc, I like it not. 

Pa. I mmoderately (he wcepes for Ttbalts death, 
And therefore haue I little talkc of loue, 
YoiVenm fmiles not in a houfe of teares, 
Now fir, hex fathet counts it dangerous 
That (he doth giue her forrow fo much fway; 
And in his wifedome hafts our marriage, 
To ftoppe the inundation of her teares. 
Which too much minded by her felfe alone. 
May be put from her by focietie. 
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The mojl Lament able Tragedie 

Now doe you know the reafon of this haitc? 

Fru I would 1 knew not why It (hould be flowed* 
Lookcfir herecomes the Lady towards my Cell. 

Ema. Iulict. 
Pat. Happily met my 1 ady and my wife. 

In. That may be fir, when I may be a wife. 

Pa. Tl^cmaybemuftbc loue, on Thurfday next. 

In. What muft be, (hall be. 

fri. Tbatsacertaynetext. 

Par. Come you to make copIV (Tion to this Father? 

In. Toanfweiethat, I (hould confefle to you. 

*Pa. Doe not denie to him, that you loue me. 

lu. I will confefle to you that I K ue him. 

*Par. So will yc, I am furc that you loue me . 

/*. If I doe fo, it will bee of more price, 
Being (poke behind your bad t t then to your face, 

'Par. Poore foulc thy face is much abuid with teares, 

lu. The teares haue got fmall vi&orie by that, 
For it was bad enough before thetr 'p'ght. 

Pa. Thou wrongrt it more then tea es with that report. 

1# 4 That is {lander fir, which is a truth, 
And what I fpake, 1 fpake it to my face. 

Pa. Thy face is mine, and thou halt (hundred it. 

/#. It may be fo, for it is not mine ownc. 
Are you at leafure, holy Father now, 
Or (hall I come to you atEUv-ning Maffe ? 

Fri. My lcifure femes me, penfiue Daughter now, 
My Lord we muft intreate the time a] >ne, 

Pa. God(h»cId, 1 (hould difturbedeuotion, 
J*/*>/,on Thurfday early will I rowfe yce, 
Till then adue, and ketpe this holy kiffe. Exit* 

In. O (hut the doore, and when thou haft donefo, 
Come wcepe with me, paft hope, paft care, paft helpe. 

Fri. O Ipilht I already know thy gxiefe, 
Ic ftraines me paft the compafle of my wits, 
I heare thou muft, and nothing may prorogue it, 
On Thutfday next be married to this Count je. 

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*f Romeo and Juliet* 

lu. Tell me not Fri$r that thouhrarcfl of this, 
Vnlcffc thou tell me how I may prcuent it: 
If in thy wifdome thou canft giue no helpe, 
Doe thou but call my resolution wife, 
And with this Knife, He hclpe it prefently, 
God ioynd my heart, and Romcos y \\\ou our hands 
And ere this hand by thee to Romeo* feald : 
Shall be the Labcll to another deed, 
Or my true heart with trccherous reuolc, 
Turne to another, this (hail (lay them both: 
Therefore out of thy long experien'ft time, 
Giue me fome prefenr counfcll, or behold 
Twixr my extremes and me, this bloudy Knife 
Shall play the Vm^ire, arbitrating that, 
Which the comrniffion of thy yeares and arc, 
Could to no iffue of true honour bring : 
Be not fo long to fpeake, I long to dye, 
If what thou fpcak'tf, fpeake not of remedie. 

Fri. Hold daughter, I doe fpy a kind of hope, 
Which craues as defperate an execution. 
As that is defperate which we would preuent. 
If rather then to marrie Countie Paris 
Thou haft the ftrength of will to flay thy fclfc, 
Then is it likely thou wilt vndertake 
A thing like death to chide away this fliame, 
That coop'ft with death himfelfe, to fcape from if. 
And if thou dareft, He giue thee remedie. 

lu. Oh bid me leape, rather then marry Paris, 
From of the battlements^ofany Tower, 
Or walkein thecuifh waycs,orbidmelurkc 
Where Serpents are : chaine me with r oring Beares 
Or hide me nightly in a Charnell houfe, 
Ore couered quite with dead mens ratling bones, 
Withreekiefbankes and yellow chapleffe fculs : 
Or bid me goe into a new made graue, 
And bide me with a dead man in hi* ihroud, 
Things that to hears them told,haue made mc trecoble, , • 

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The mofi Lamentable Trdgedie 

And I will doe it without fe'are or doubt, 
Toliuean vnftayn'd wife to my fwect Loue. 

Fri. Hold then, goe home, be merric, giue confenty 
To roarrie Pari* : wenfday is to morrow, 
To morrow night looke that tru u lye alone, 
Let not thy Nurfe lye with thee in thy Chamber : 
Take thou this Violl being then in bed, 
And this difiilling liquor drinke thdu off, 
When prefently through all thy veines (hall runne, 
A cold and drowfie humour: for nopulfc 
Shall keepc his natiue progreffe but furceafe 
No warmth, no breath fhall tcftifie thou liueft,. 
The Rofes in thy lips and checkes fhall fade 
Too paly afhes, the eyes windowes fall : 
Like death when he (huts vp the day of life 
Each part depriu'd of fupplegouernment, 
Shall ftiffe and ftarke, and cold appeare like death* . 
And in this borrowed likeneffe of flirunke death 
Thou flialt continue two and fortie houres, 
And then awake as from a plcafant fleepe. 
Now when theBridegroomein the morning comes*: 
To rowfe thee from thy bed, there art thou dead : 
Then as the manner of our Countrey is* 
In thy beft Robes vncouerd on the Beere, 
Be borne to buriall in thy Kindreds graue : 
Thou flialt be borne to that fame ancient vault* 
Where all th© Kindred of the Capukts ]yc 9 [} 
In the mesne time againft thou flialt awake, 
Shall Romeo by my Letters know our drift, 
And hither fliall he come,and he and I 
Will watch thy waking, and that very night 
Shall Romeo beare thee hence to tJMantua* 
And this fhall free thee from tbisprefent fhame, 
If no inconftantioy nor womaniili feare, 
Abate thy valour in the acting it. 

. /*• Giue me, giue me, O tell me not of fearc, 
Itr). Hold get you gone, be ftrong and profperous 

DflU JO 



pf Rented and Iuliet* 

In this refolue, ile fend a Frier with fpeed 
To Mantna with my Letters to thy Lord. 

In. L oue giue m c ftrcngth $ and tirength fhall helps afford; 
Farewell deare Father. Exeunt* 

Enter Father Capulet, Mother, Nurfc, and $er- 
mngmen, Wo or three. 

fa. Somany guefts inuiteas herearcwrit 9 
Sirrah, goe hire me twentiecunningCookes. 

Ser. You (hall haue none ill fir , for ile try if they can Kcke 
their fingers. 

£W. How canft thou try them fo? 

Ser. Marriefir , 'tis an ill Cooke that cannot licke his owne 
fingers: therefore he that cannot licke his fingers goes not with 

me. 

£*. Goe be gone, we fhall be much vnfurnifht for this time? 
what is my daughter gone to Frier Lawrtnce ? 

Nnr. Iforfooth. 

Ca. Well he may chance to doe fojne good on her, 
A peeuifh fclfe-will'd Harlotry it is. 

£»/•■*■ Iuliet. 

Styr. See where (he comes from flirift with merrie looke* 

£*. How now my hcad-ftrong, where haue you becne gad- 
ding? 

In. Where I haue learnt to repent the fin 
Of difobedient oppofirion, 
To you and your behefts, and am cnioyn'd 
By holy Lawrence^ to fall proflrate here, 
To begge your paidon, pardon I befcech you, 
Henceforward I am cucr ruld by you, 

fa. Send for the Countie, goe tell him of thi*, 
lie haue this knot knit vp to morrow morning* 

In. I met the youthfull Lord at Lawrence Qt\\ 9 
And gaue him what becommed loue I might, 
Not ftepping ore the bounds of ruodeftie. 

Ca. Why I am glad on't, this is well, ftand vp, 
This is as't (hould be, let me fee the County: 
I marrie, goe I fay, and fetch him hither* 

I a Now 



The weft fymentdbk Tragtdu 

Now afore God, this reuerend holy Frier, 
All our whole Cicie is much bound to him. 

fu. Nurfe, will you goe with me into my Gofer, 
To hclpe me fore fuch needfull ornaments, 
As you thinke fit to furnifh me to morrow ? 
Mo. No not till Thurfday, there is time enough. 

Fa. Go Nutfe, goe with her, weele to Church tomorrow* 

Exeunt* 

Mo. We fhall be fliort in our prouifion, 
Tis now ncare night. 

Fa. Tufli, I wjll ftirre about, 
And ail things fhill be well., I warrant thee wife : 
Goe thou to Iuhet f hclpe to deck vp her, 
He not to bed to nigHt, let me alone: 
Tie play the hufwife tor this once, what ho? 
They arc all forth, well I will walke my felfe 
To Countie Paris, to prepare vp him 
Againft to morrow, my heart is wondrous light, 
Since this fame wayward Girle is fo reclaim'd. 

Exeunt. 
Enter Iuliet and Nurfe. 

lu. rtbofe*ttyresare bed, but gentle Nurfe 
I pray thee leaue me to my felfe to night : 
For I haue need of many Orifons, 
To rooue the Heauens to fmile vpon my ftate, 
Which well thou knoweft, is crofle and full of finnc. 

Enter Mother, 

Mo. What are you bufie ho? need you my helpe ? 

lu. No Madam, we haue culd fuch neceffarics 
As are behoofefull for our rtate to morrow : 
So plcafe you, let me now be lefc alone, 
A»^d let the Nurfe this night fit vp with you, 
For I am lure, you haue your hands full all, 
Inthis fo fudden bufineffe. 

Mo. Goodnight. 
Get thec to bed and reft^fot thou haft need. 

txeunt. 



$fRmto*ndlulief. 

lu. Fare well, God knows when we fliailmeete again** 
I haue a faint cold feare thrills through my reines, 
That almoft freezes rp the heate of life: 
He call them backe againe to comfort me. 
Nhrfe t what fhould fhee doe here? I 
My difmall Sceane I needs muft act alone. 
Come Viall, what if this mixture doe not werke at all? 
Shall I be married then to morrow morning? 
No, no, this (hall iorbid it, lie thou there, 
What if it be a poyfon which the Fr*er} 
Subrilly hath miniftredtc haue me dead, 
Leaft in this marriage he fliould be dtfliponourd, 
Becaufe he married me before to %omert 
I feare it is, and yet me thinks it fliould not, 
For he hath Hill beene tried a holy man. 
How if when I am laid into the Tombc, 
I wake before the time that Romeo 
Come to redeeme me, theres a fearcfull point; 
Shall I not then be ftifflcd in the Vault? 
• To whofe foule mouth no heahhfome ayre breaths in & 
And there die ftrangled ere my Romeo comes. 
Or if I liue, is it not tery like, 
The horrible conceit of death and night, 
Together wi th the terror ot the place, 
Asin a Vault, an ancient receptacle, 
Where for thefe many hundred yecres the bones 
Of all my buried Aunceftors are packt, 
Where bloody Ttb^lt yet but greene in earth, 
Lies feftring in his flirowd^ where as they fay, 
At fome hourcs in the night, fpirits rclort: 
Alacke, alacke, is it not like that I 
So early waking, what with lcathfome fmejs, 
And fhrikes like mandrakes torne out of the earth* 
That liuing mortalls hearing them runne mad. 
Or if I wake, fhall I not be diftraught, 
(Inuironeii with all the^e hidtous fcares ) 
And madly play with my forefathers ioyncs? 

I % And 



The mojl LamMableTugeMe 

And plueke the mangled Tibalt from his flirowde, <*\ 

And in this rage, with forne great kinfmans bone, 
As with a club dafli out my defperate braines. 
O looke, me thinks I fee try Cozins Ghoft, 
Seeking out Romeo that did fpit his body 
Vpon a Rapiers point: ftay75&*fr (lay; r 

Romeo, Romeo y Romeo , heres drink e, I drinke to thee. 
Enter Lady of the honfe and T^arfe. 

La. Hold, take thefe kcyes, and fetch more fpices Nnrfe. 

Nnr. They call for Dates and <Juinces in the Paftric. 
£»r*r/>/</Capulet. 

Ca. Come, ftir, ttir, ftir, the fecond Cocke hath cro wcd a 
The Curphcw Bell hathroung, tis three a clocke: 
Looke to the bakte meatcs, good tAngelica, 
Spare not for coft. 

Nnr. GoeyouCot-queane, goe, 
Get you to bed, faith youlc be ficke to morrow 
For this nights watching. 

Ca. No not a whit, what? Ihaue watcht ere now 
All night forleffe caufe, and nerebecne ficke. 

La, I you haue bin a moufe-bunt in your time, 
But I will watch you from fuch watching now. 

Exit Lady and Nurfe. 

Ca. A iealous hood,a iealous hood.no w fellow,what is thertr 
Enter three or four e witbjpits and logs and baskets. 

Tel, Thingsfor th e Cooke fir,but I know not what. 

Ca. Make hafte, make hafte firralvfetch drier Logs* 
Ca\17Vf*r,hewilll]iew thee where they are. 

Eel. I haue a head fir, that will find out Logs, 
And ncucr tro ublcPeter for the matter. 

Ca. Maffc an d well faid, a merrie horfon, ha, 
Thou (halt be Loggerhead-good faith tis day. 

PUy Mtificke. 
The Co untie will beherewithmuficke ftraight, 
F or fo he fai d he would, I heare him neere. 
Nurfe, wife, what ho , what Nurfe I fay? 

£»j*rNutfe. 
Goe waken lHhet t goe and trim her vp> lie 



$f Romeo tndlulku 



He gpe and chat with *Pa ris $ hic > make bafte, 
Makchafte, the Bridegroome, he is come alreadie, make hafte 
I fay. 

Nur. Miftris,what Mi(tris,/*A>*, faft I warrant her flie r 
Why Lambe, why Ladie, fie you fluggabed, 
Why Loue I fay, Madam v fweet heart, why Bride: 
What not a word, you take your penniworths now* 
Slcepe for a weeke, for the next night I warrant 
The Countie Paris hath fet vp his reft, 
That you (hail reft but little, God forgiuc me. 
Marrie and Amen: how found is file a fleepe : 
1 mull needs wake her : Madam, Madam, Madam, 
J,ict the Countie take you in your bed* 
Heelc fright you vp yfaith, will it not be? 
What drelt, and in your clothes, and downc againe I 
I mull needs wake you, Lady, Lady, Lady. 
Alas, alas, helpe, helpe, my Ladie's dead* 
Oh weladay, that euer I was borne, 
Some jiqua-vita ho, my Lord, my Lady. 

UMo. What noyfe is heere ? 

Nur. O lamentable day. 

Mo. What is the matter ? 

Nur. Looke, looke, oh heauie day. 

Mo. O me, O me, my child, my onely life : 
Reuiue, looke vp, or I will dye with thee : 
Helpe, helpe, call hclpe* 

Enter Father. 

Fa. For fliame bring/*//** forth, her Lord is come, 

Nur. She's dead :deceaft > (he's dead, alacke the day, 

Mo. Alack the day,(he's dcad,ftic's dead,ftie's dead.; 

Fa. Hah,let me fee her, out alas (he's cold, 
Her bloud is fetled and her ioynts are ftiffe : 
Life and thefe lips haue long beme feparated* 
Death lyes on her like an vntimcly froft 
jVpon the fwceteft flower of all the field* 

Nur. O lamentable day* 

Me* Owofulltime. 

IS*- 



The m&fi LtrntnubUTrtgeAU 

Fa. Death that hath tane her hence to make me waik, 
Tjfcs vp my tongue and will sot let me fpeakc. 

E*/*r Frier and the Countic 9 mth the Mftfitiaw, 

Fri. Come, is the Bride readie to go* to Church i 

Fa. Ready to goe, but ncuer to returne. 
O fonnc, the night before thy wedding day, 
Hath death laine with thy wife, tber* die lyes, 
Flower as die was, deflowred by him, 
Death is my fonne in law, death is my helrc, 
My daughter he hath wedded* I will dye, 
And leaue him all, life, liuing, all is deaths. 

Paris. Haue I thought long tofee this mornings face* 
And doth itgiueme fuch alight as this : ? 

Mo. Accurd, vnhappy, wretched hateful! day, 
Mod miferable houre that ere time faw 
In lading labour of his Pilgrimage, 
But one poore one, one poore and louing childe, 
But one thing to rcioyee and foiace in, 
And cruell death hath catcht it from my fight, 

Nur. O wo, O wofull, wofull, wofull day* 
Mod lamentable day, mod wofull day, 
That euer, eucr, I did yet behold, 
O day,0 day, O day, O hatefull day, 
Neuer was feene fo black e a day as this, 
O wofull day, O wofull day. 

Farts. Beguildjdiuorced.wronged/pightcdjflaine, 
Mod detedable death, by thee beguild, 
By cruell, cruell thee, quite oucrthrowne, 
O loue, Q life, not life, but loue in death. 

Fat. Dcfpifde, didreffed, hated, martyrd, kild f 
Vncomfortablc time, why camd thou now, 
Tomurther, murtherour folemnitie ? 
O child, O child, my foule and not my child. 
Dead art thou, alacke my child is dead, 
And with my child my ioyes are buried. 

Fri. Peace ho for (hame, conditions , care Hues not 
In theie coafufiens,Heaucn and your felfe 

Had 



ef * Romeo andluliet. 

Had part in this faire Maid, now Heauen hath all, 
And ail the better is it for the Maid : 
Your part in her,you could not kcepe from death, 
But Heauen keepes his part in ctcrnall life : 
The moft you fought was her promotion, 
For 'twas your Heauen (he ffiould be aduanft, 
And wecpcye now, feeing (he is aduanft 
Aboue the Cloudes, as high as Heauen it felfc. 
O in this loue, you loueyour child fo ill, 
That you run mad, feeing that flic is well : 
She's not well marryed, that Hues marryed long, 
But (he's beft marryed, that dyes marryed yong. 
Dry vp your teares, and fticke your Rofemarie 
On this faire Coarfe, and as the cuftome is, 
And in herbeft array beare her to Church : 
For though fome nature bids vs all lament, 
Yet Natures teares are Reafons merriment. 

Fa. All things that we ordained Fefliuall, 
Turne from their office to blackeFuncrall : 
Ourlnftruments to melancholy Belt, 
Our wedding cheare to a fad buriall Feaft : 
Our folemne Hymnes to fullcn Dyrges change : 
Our Bridall flowers ferue for a buried Coarfe : 
And all things change them to thecontrarie* 

FrL Sir goc you in j and Madam, goc with him, 
And goe fir Paris euery one prepare 
To follow this faire Coarfe vnto her graue ; 
The Heaucns doe lowre vpon you for fomc ill : 
Moue them no more, by crofling their high will. 
Exeunt manent Afufici, 
Mttfe, Faith we may put vp our pipes and be gone. 
Nut. Honcft good-fellowes, ah put vpiputvp, 
For well youknow, this is a pittifull cafe. 

Fid. 1 by my troth, the cafe may be amended. 

Exeunt omnes* 
Enter Peter. 
Pet . Mufitions,Oh Mufitions,hatts eafe,harts eafc, 

K 



The mjl Lament site Tragedu 

O, and you will haue mc Hue, play hearts cafe, 

I idler Why hearts cafe? 
f£ Peter. O Mufitions, becaufc my hart it felfc plaies , my htrt 
is full of woe, 

play me forne merry dumpe to comfort w?» 
Mmftrels. Not a dump wc, tis no time to play now* 
*Fet. You will not then? 

Min m No. 

Pet. I will then gtue it you foundly, 

Min, What will you giucYS? 

Pet* No money on my faith, but the gleeke* 

1 will giucycu the Minftrell. 

tMiftm Then will I gme you the ftru ing creature. 

P*/.Then wil I fay the fcruing creatures dagger on your pate^. 
I will carrie no Crochets,ile Re you, ile Fa you do you note me? 

Min. And you Re vs, and Fa vs,you note vs, 

a*cfl/. Prayyouput vp your dagger, and put out your wit, 

Peter* Then haue at you with my wit. 
Iwill dric-beate you with an yron wit,& put vp my yron dagger* 
Anfwere me like men. 
When griping griefes the hart doth wound, then mufique,with 

her filucr found. 
Why filuer found , whymuficke with her filucr found, waht 
fay you Simon Catling? 

£Zfi*m Mary fir, becaufe filuer hath afweet found. 

Pet* Pratee,what fay you Hugh Rebick? 

a. M+ I fay filuer found, becaufe Mufitions found for filucr* 

?*/• Pratec to, what fay you lames found poft? 

ImMm Faith I know not what to fay. 

Pet, O I cry you mercy, you are the Singer. 
I will fay for you; it is Muficke with her filuer found, 
Becaufe Mufitions haue no Gold for founding: 
Then Muficke with her filucr found with fpeedy feclpe doth 
lcndrcdrefle^ 

Exit* 

Min* 



of&weo tndluliet. 

Mi** What apeftilentknaue is this fame? 

M.2. Hang him lackc, comewcele inhere, tame for the 
Mourners, and Hay dinner* 

Exeunt* 
£**<?rRomce. 

R*. If I may truft the flattering truth ©fflcepc, 
My dreames prcfagc fome ioy full newes at hand, 
My bofomes Lord, fits lightly in his throne:* 
And all this day an vnaccuftorad fpiri t. 
Lifts roe aboue the ground with chccrefull thoughts* 
Idreamptmy Lady came and found me dead. 
Strange dreames that giues a dead man leaue to chink, 
And breathd fuch life with kiffes in my lips* 
That I reuiude and was an Emperor. 
Ah me, how fweet is loue it fclfe poffeft, 
When but loues fhadowes are fo rich in ioy r 
Emit Romeos nun Balthazer* 
Newes from Vtrona^ how now Bthbtxtr} 
Doft thou not bring me Letters from the Frhr} 
How doth my Lady, is my father well? 
How doch my Lady /#/;V*?that I aske againe, 
For nothing can be ill, if fliec be well. 

Mm* Then (he is well, and nothing can be Hi 
Her body fleepes in Csfeh monument. 
And her immortall part with Angels Hues, 
I faw her laid low in her kindreds vault, 
And prefently tooke pofte to tell it you: 
O pardon me for bringing thefe ill newes, 
Since you did leaue it for my office Sir* 

Roc Is it eueo fo? then I denie you ft arret • 
Thou kno weft my lodging, get me inke and paper, 
And hirepoft hotfes, I will hence to night. 

Ma». I doe befeech you fir, haue patience: 
Your lookes are pale and wild, and doe import 
Some mifaduenture. 

R*« Tufli thou art deceiu'd, 
Leaue me, and doe the thing I bid thee doc* 

K % • Haft 



The weft Lamentable Tragedit 

Haft thou no Letters to me from the Frier > 

Man, No my good Lord. 

Sxit* 

Ify. No matter, get thee gone, 
And hyre thofe Horfcs, He be with thee ftraight. 
Well tehet, I will lye with thee to night : 
Lets fee for meanes, O mifchicfe thou art fwifr, 
To enter in the thoughts of defperate men: 
I doe remember an Appothecarie, 
And here abouts a dwelt, which late I noted 
In tattred weeds, with oucr-whelming browes, 
Culling of Simples, meager were his lookes, 
Sharpe mifcrie had worne him to the bones : 
And in his needy (hop a Tortoys hung, 
An Allegater ftuft, and other skinnes 
Of ill (hap'c fifties, and about his (hclues, 
A beggerly account of emptie boxes, 
Greene earthen pots, bladders and muftie feeds, 
Remnants of packthred, and old Cakes of Rofes 
Were thinly Scattered, to make vp a (hew. 
Noting this penury, tomy felfe I faid, 
An if a man did need a poyfonnow, 
Whofe (ale is prefent death in Mantua, 
Here Hues a CaitirTe wretch would fell it him. 
O this fame thought did but fore-run my need, 
And this fame needie man muft fell it me. 
As I remember, this (hould be the houfe, 
Being holy day, the Beggers (hop is (hut. 
What ho Apothecarie : 

tsfpfo. Who cals fo lowd ? 

Rem. Come hither man, 1 fee that thou art poore, 
Hold, there is fortie Duckets, let me haue 
A dram of poyfon, fuch foone fpeeding geare, 
As will difperfe it felfe through all the veines, 
That the life-wearie- taker may fall dead, 
And that the Truncke may be difcharg'd of breath, 
As violently;, as haftic powder fierd 



Doth 



of Romeo mdlulien 

Doth hurry from the fatall Canons wombe. 

Poti. Such mortal! drugs I baue, but Mdntuas law 
Is death to any he that vtters them. 

Ro. Art thou fo bare and full of wretchedneffe, 
And feareft to die, famine is in thy cheekes, 
Needc and oppreflion ftarueth in thy eyes, 
Contempt and beggery hangs vpon thy backc: 
The world is not thy friend, nor the worlds law, 
The world affords no law to make thee rich: 
Then be not poors, but breake it and take this. 
To. My pouerty, but not my will confents. 
Ro. I pay thy pouerty and not thy will. 
To. Put this in any liquid thing you will, 
And drinkc it off, and if you had the ftrength 
Of twenty men, it would difpatch you ftraight. 

e R i o. There is thy Gold,worfe poyfon to mens fouls, 
Doing more murthers in this loathfome world, 
Then thefe poorc compounds that thou niai'ft not fell, 
I fell thee poyfon, thou haft fold me none, 
Farewell, buy foode, and get thy felfe in fleflh. 
Come Cordiall and not poyfon, goe with me 
To Juliets grauej for there muft I vfe thee. 

Exeunt 
Enter Frier John to Frier Lawrence* 
lob. Holy Franetfcan Frier, brother, ho. 

Enter Lawrence. 
Law. This fame fliould be the voice of Frier Iohn, 
Welcome from Mantua: what fayes Romeo} 
Or if his mind be writ, giue me his Letter* 

fob. Going to find a barefoote brother out. 
One of our order to affociate me, 
Here in this Citie vifiting the ficke, 
And finding him, the Searchers of the to wne, 
Sufpe&iag that we both were in a houfc, 
Where the infectious peftilence did raigne, 
Seald vp the doores, and would not let vs forth, 
So that may fpeede to Mantua there was ftaidc. 



The woft Lamentable TrageMe 

L*#* Who bare my Letter then to Romeo} 
Ioh*. I cold not fend it, here it is againe 9 
Nor gee * Meffenger to bring it thee, 
So fcarefull Were they of infection. 

Law. Vnhappie fortune, by my Brother-hood, 
The Letter was not nice, but full of charge, 
Of dearc import, and the neglecting it, 
May doc much danger ; Fryer lohn goc hence, 
Get mean Iron Grow and bring it Straight 
VntoiayCelU 

Exit, 
hhn Brother He goc and bring it thee* 
Law. Now mutt I to the Monument alone, 
Within this three houres will fairc luliet wake, 
Shee will before w me much that Ifymeo 
Hath bad no notice ofthefe accidents: 
But I will write againc to Mantua % 
And keepe her at my Cell till Romeo come, 
Poore liuing Coarfe, clos'd in a dead mans Tombe. 

Sxin 
Enter Paris and bis Page* 
Tar. Giuc me thy Torch Boy,hence and ft and aloofc, 
Yet put ic out, for I would not be feene % 
Vndcr yond yong trees lay thee all along, 
Holding thy eare clofe to the hollow ground, 
So (hall no foot vpon the Churchyard tread, 
Being loefe, vnfirme with digging yp of Graues y 
But thou (halt heare it, whittle then to me, 
As Agnail that thou heareft fomething approch, 
Giue me thole flowers, doe as I bid thee goe* 

Tag. I am almbft afraid to ttand alone 
Here in the Churchyard, yet I will aduenture. 

Tar. Sweet Flower,with flowers thy Bridallbed Iftrewi 
O woe, thy Canapie is duft and Hones, 
Which with fwect water nightly I will dew, 
Or wanting that, with teares diftil'd by moncs 5 
The Obfeauics that I for thec will keeper 

Nightly 



$f JLme* andltilku 

Nightly (hall bc> to ft re w thy graue and weepe, 

}vk$slli By. 
The Boy giues warning, (bmething doth approcb, 
What curfed foot wanders this way to night, 
To croffe my Obfcquics and true Loues right ? 
What with a Torch? muffle me night a while. 

Enter Romeo ** d Balthazar bis man. 

R$, Giue me the Mattock and the wrenching Iron* 
Hold take this Letter, early in the morning 
See thou deliuer it to my Lord and Father, 
Giue me the light; vpoo thy life I charge thee, 
What ere thou heareft or feeft, ftand allaloofe, 
And doe not interrupt me in my courfe* 
Why I defcend into this bed of death. 
Is partly to behold my Ladies face % 
But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger, 
A precious Ring : a Ring that I mufl vfe, 
In deare employ men c,thcrcfore hence be gone : 
But if thou iealou>doft returne to pry 
In what I farther fhall intend to doe, 
By Heauen I will tcare thee ioynt by ioynt, 
And (hew this hungry Churchyard with thy limraei t 
The time and my intents are fauage wiide, 
More fierce and more inexorable farre t 
Then emptie Tygers,or the roring Sea. 

*BaIu I will be gone fir,and not trouble you. 

£*.So (halt thou (hew me friend(hip,take thou that, 
Liue and be pro(perous,and farewell good fellow* 

Bah. For all this (amebic hide me hereabout* 
His lookes I feare, and his intents I doubt. 

*%f . Thou detectable raawe, thou wombe of death, 
Gorg'd with the deareft morfell of the earth: 
Thus I enforce thy rot tea i a west© op en, 
And in defpighi ile cram thee with more food* 

F*» This is that banitht haughtie Mmn**gu 9 
That mardrcd my Loues Couzin; with which gricfe? 
Itis Aippo(cd the fairc Creature dycd 5 



And 



The moft Lamentable TrdgeMe 

And here is come to doc fome villanous ffiame 
To the dead bodies : I will apptcbend him, 
Stop thy vnhallowed toyle, vile Mountaguex 
Can vengeance be purfu'd further then death ? 
Condemned Villaine, I doe apprehend thee. 
Obey and goe with me, for thou muft dye. 

R: Imuft indeed, and therefore came I hither, 
Good gentle youth, tempt not a defperateman, 
Flye hence and leaue mc, thinke vpon thefe gone, 
Let them affright thee. J befeech thee Youth, 
Put not another finne vpon my head, 
By vrging me to furic,0 be gone, 

By Heauen I loue thee better then my felfe, * " 

For I come hither arm'd againft my felfe : 
Stay not,begone, liue, and hereafter fay, 
A mad mans mercie bid thee runne away* 

Par. I doe defie thy commiferation, 
And apprehend thee for a Fellon here. 

Ro. Wilt thou prouoke me? then haue at thee Boy. 

Page O, Lord, they fight, I will goe call the watch. 

Tar* O I am flainc, if thou be mercifull, 
Open the Tombe, lay me with luliet. 

Ro. In faith I will, let me perufe this face, 
ijiiercfttio's Kinfman, Noble Countie Tarir, 
What faid my man, when my betoffed foule 
Did not attend him as we rode? I thinke 
He told mc Paris (hould haue marryed luliet, 
Said he not fo ? or did I dreame it fo ? 
Or am I mad, hearing him talke of /#/**/, 
To thinke it was fo ? O giue me thy hand, 
One, writ with me in fowre misfortunes Booke. 
lie burie thee in a triumphant graue. 
A Graue; O no, A Lanthorne;ilaughtrcd Youths 
For here lyes luhet, and her beautie makes 
This Vault a feafting prefence full of light. 
Death lye thou there by a dead man intcrd, 
How oft when men are at the point of death, 

Haue 



of Romeo andlulict. 

Haue they becne merrie? which their Keepers call 

A lightning before death ? Oh how may I 

Call this a Lightning/ O my Loue, my Wife, 

Death that hath fuckt the Honey of thy breath, 

Hath had no power yet vpotuhy beautie : 

Thou art not conqucr'd, beauties enfigne yet 

Is Crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheekes, 

And Deaths pale flag is not aduanced there. 

Tibalt lyeft thou there in thy bloudy (hcet ? 

O what more fauour can I doe to thee, 

Then with that hand that cut thy youth in twaine, 

To funder his that was\hine encmie ? 

Forgiue me Couzen . Ah dearc Miet. 

Why art thou yet fb faire ? I will bcleeue, 

Shall I beleeue, that vnfubftantiall death is amorous? 

And that the leane abhorred Monftcr keepes 

Thee here in darke to be his Paramour? 

For fcare of that, I ftill will ftay with thee, 

And neuer from this palace of dimme night 

Depart againc; here, here will Ircmayne, 

With Wormcs that are thy Charnbermaydes : O here 

Will I fet vp my eucrlafting reft : 

And (hake the yoke of inaufpicious fhrres 

From this World-wearied flcfli,eyes looke yottrlaft r 

Armes take your la ft embrace : And lips, O you 

The doores of breath, feale with a righteous kiflc 

A da tele (Tc bargainc to ingrofling death : 

Come bitter conduct, come vnfauourie guide, 

Thou defperatePilot, now at once run on 

The dafliingRockes, thy Sea-ficke weary Barke : 

Here's to my Lbue. O true Apothecary; 

Thy Drugs arc quicke. Thus with a kiffc I dye. 

Enter Frier Mu/ft L*nthorne> Crow **d Spade. 

Fru Saint Francis be my fpeed, how oft to night 
Haue my old feet Humbled at graucs? Who's there ? 

L Bait. 



The mofi LdmtntdbletragedU 

Bait. Heres one, a friend, and one that knowes you well. 

Fri. Bliffc be vpon you. Tell me good my friend 
Wh at torch is yond that vainely lends his light 
To grubs and eyeletTe fcullcs, as I difcerne, 
It burneth in the Cap els monument, 

'Bait. It doth fo holy fir, and thcres my mafter, one that you 
leue, 

Fri. Who is it? 

Bait. Romeo. 

Fri. How long hath he bin there F 

Bait. Full halfe an houre. 

Fri. Goe with me to theVault. 

Bait. I dare not Sir. 
My Mafter knowes not but I am gone hence, 
And fearefully did menace me with death, 
If I did flay to looke on his entents. 

Fri. Stay, then ile goe alone , feare comes vpon me.. 
© much I feave fome ill vnluckie thing. 

Bait . As I did fleepe vnder this young tree here, , 
I dreampt my mafter and another fought, 
And that my mafter flew him. 

FrL Romeo. 
Alacke, alacke, what bloud is this which Haines 
The ftony entrance of this Sepulchre? 
What meane thefe mafterleffc and goarie fwords 
To lie difcolour'd by this place of peace? 
Romeo, oh pale: who elfe, what Paris too? 
And fteept in bloud? ah what an vnkind houre 
Is guilt ie of this lamentable chance? 
The Lady ftirs. 

lulu O comfortable Frier 9 where is my Lord? 
I doe remember well where I ftiould be: 
And there I am, where is my Romeo} 

FrL I hearc fome noyfe Lady, come from that ncft 
Of death, contagion,and vnnaturall fleepe; 
A greater power then we can contradict 
Hath thwarted our intents, come, come away. 



ef Romeo andluliet. 

Thy husband in thy bofome there lies dead: 
And Paris too % come ile difpofcof thee, 
Awong a Sifter-hood of holy Nuunes: 
Stay nottoquertion/or the watch is comming, 
Come, goe good l*ict % I dare no longer ftay. 

Exit* 
lull. Goe get thee hence/or I will not away, 
Whats here? a cup clofd in my true loues hand? 
Poy Ton I fee hathbeenc his timelcfle end: 
O churle, drinke all,and left no friendly drop, 
To helpe me after, I will kiflc thy lips, 
Happly fomc poyfon yet doth hang on them, 
To make me die with a rcftoratiue. 
Thy lips arc warme. 

Enter Boy and Watch* 

Watch. Leadc boy, which way? 

lull. Yea noife? then ile bebriefc. O happy dagger* 
This is thy {heath, there ruft and let me die. 
- Boy. This is the place, there where the torch doth burne. 

Watch. The ground is bloody, fearch about the Churchyard 
Goe fome of you, who ere you find, attach . 
Pittifull fight, here lies the Countieflaine, 
And Inliet bleeding, warme, and newly dead: 
Who here hath lainc thefe two dayes buried, 
Goe tell the Prince, runne to the Capnlets. 
Raife vp the Mountagues, fomc others fearch, 
We fee the ground whereon thefe woes doc lye, 
But the true ground of all thefe piteous woes, 
We cannot without circumftancc defcry, 

Enter Romeos man. 

Watch. Hercs Kernels man , we found him in the Churchyard. 
Chief e Watch. Hold him in fafety, till the Prince come hither. 

Enter Frier, and another Watchman. 

l+Watch. Here is a frier that trembles, fighes, andweepet* 



The mejl Lamentable Tragedie 

We tooke this Mattocke and this Spa de from him, 
As he was comming from this Churchyard fide. 

ChicfelVMcb. A great fnfpiti on, ft ay the Frier too, too. 

Enter the Prince. 

Prin m What mifaducntore is (o early vp, 
That cals our pcrfon from our mornings rett ? 
Enter Capiilct and his IVife. 

Ca. What Should it be that they (o fhrike abroad ? 

Wife* O thepeople in the ftrect cry r Ronyeo i 
Some luliet, and fome Paris, and all rimne 
With open out-cry to ward our Monument, 

Prin. What feareis this which ftartles in youreares > 

Watch. Souercigne, here lyes the Countic Taris flaine, 
And Romeo dead, and luliet dead before, 
Warme and newkild. 

Prin. Search, feeke and know how this foule murder comes. 

Watch. Here is a Fr/>r,and flaughtred Romeos man, 
With Inftruments vpon themfic to open 
Theiedead mensTombes. 

Cap. OHcauenIO Wife.'lookehowour Daughter bleeds I 
This pagger hath miftane/orloe his houfe, 
Is emptic on the backe of Monntaguc, 
And is rnifheath'd in my Daughters bofome. 

Wt. O me, this fight of death, is as a Bell 
That warnes my old age to a Sepulcher. 
22»/*r Mountague. 

Prin. Come Mettntague, for tho u art early vp 
To fee thy fonne and hene, now early downe. 

Moun. Alas, my Liege, my wife is dead to night, 
Gricfe of my fonnes exile hath ftopt her breath. 
What further vyoe confpires againiimy age } 

Prin. Locke and thou (halt fee. 
Mo*n. O thou vntsught, what manners is inthis, 
To preffe before thy father to a graue > 

Prin. Sealevpthemopcth of out* rage for a while, 
Till we can cleere thefe ambiguities, 
And know their fpring, their head their true defcent, 

; ' And 



of Romeo and Iuliet. 

And then will I be Generall of your woes, 
And lead you euen to death : meane time forbeare, 
And let mifchance be flaue to patience, 
Bring forth the parties of fufpition. 

Fri t I am the greateft, able to doe lcaft, 
Yet moft fufpe£ted as the time and place 
Doth make againft me of this direfuil murther ? 
And hearelftand both to impeach and purge 
My felfe condemned, and my felfe excufde. 
7V/*.Then fay at oncewhat thou doft know in this? 
Frier. I will be briefe, for my fliort date of breath 
Is not fo long as is a tedious Tale. 
Romeo there dead, was Husband to that Miet, 
And flie there dead, that %omeo's faithfuli wife ; 
I married them, and their itolne marriage day 
Was 7?£<*/tt'doomefday, whofe vntimely death, 
Banifh't the new-made Bridegroome from this Citie, 
For whom, and not fotTitalt t luliet pin'd. 
You, to remoue that fiege of griefe from her, 
Betroth'd and would haue married her perforce, 
To Countie Tarts. Then comes (he to me, 
And with wild lookesbidme deuifefomemcancs 
To rid her from this fecond Marriage : 
Or in my Cell there would flie kill her felfe. 
Then gauel her (fo tutcrd by my art) 

A fleeping potion, which fo tooke effe& 

As I intended, for it wrought on her 

The forme of death, meane time I writ to Romeo 

That he fhould hither come as this dire night, 

To helpe to take her from her borrowed graue, 

Being the time the potions force fhould ceafe. 

But he which bore my Letter, Frier John, 

Was flayed by accident, and yesternight 

Returned my Letter backe, then all alone 

At the prefixed houre of her waking, 

Came I to take her from her Kindreds Vault, 

Meaning to kecpe her clofely at my Ctil, 

Till 



The moji LammtahleTragedie 

Till I conuenicntly could fend to l^mee. 

But when I came fome minute ere the time 

Of her awaking, here rntimely lay, 

The noble T*r//,and true Romeo dead. 

She wakes, and I intreated her come forth 

And beare this worke of Heauen with patience? 

But then a noyfe did fcarc me from the Tombe, 

And fhe too defperate would not goe with me : 

But as it fecmes, did violence on her felfe. 

All this I know,and to the Manage her Nurfe is priuys 

And if ought in this mifcarryed by my fault, 

Let myold life be facnhYd fome houre before the time, 

Ynto the rigour of feuereft Law. 

*Prin. We Mill haue knowne thee for a holy man, 
Where's Romeos man ? what can he fay to this ? 

Htlth. I brought my M after newes of Mitts death, 
And then in poft he came from Utfantua, 
To this fame place. To this fame Monument 
This letter he early bid me giuc his Father, 

And thrcatned me with death, going in the Vault, 

If I departed not, and left him there.. 

Prin. Giue me the Lettcr,I will looke on it. 

Where is the Counties Page that rais*d the watch > 

Sirrah what made your Mafter in this place? 
IBej.Hc came with flowers to ftrew his Ladies graue* 

And bid me (land aloofe, and fo I did, 

Anon comes one with light to ope the Tombe, 

Andbyand by my Mafter drew on him, 

And then I ran away to call the watch. 

Prw.This Letter doth make good the Friers words, 

Their courfe of Loue the tidings ofhcrdeatb, 

And here he writes that he did buy a poyfbn 

Ofa poore Pothecarie, arad there wit-hall, " 

Came to this Vault, to dye and lye with Juliet, 

Where be the fe enemies? Capu/et ,UMcunt -ague? 

See what a fcourge is laid ypon your hate? 

That Heauen finds mcanes to kill your ioyes with loue, 

And 



of Romeo dndlulict. 

And I for winking at your difcords too, 
Haue loft a brafe of Kinfmcn, all are puniihr, 

Cap* O brother Mountagne^ giuc me thy hand^ 
This is my daughters ioynture, for no more 
Can I demand. 

Mot**. But I can glue thee more, 
For I will rayfe her ftatue in pure gold 9 
That whiles Verona by that name is knowne, 
There (hall no figure at that rate be fee, 
As that of true andfaithfuil lultit. 

Cap. As rich (hz\\ Romeos by his Ladies lie, 
Poore Sacrifices of our enrnitie. 

Frin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings, 
The Sun for forrow will not (hew his head : 
Goe hence to haue more taike of thefc fad things* 
Some (hall be pardoned, and fornepunifhed. 
For neuer was a Storie of more woe, 
Then this of lulict and her 3tyw<v 



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